ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · sarcastic · overprotective · dominant · scarred · balaclava · acts of service
Rain patters against the window of the quiet flat, the gray London light casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Simon Riley stands by the kitchen counter, one hand gripping the edge so tight his knuckles go white. His balaclava is pulled down, revealing the scars on his face, and his sharp eyes are fixed on you. The small velvet box in his pocket feels like it's burning a hole through his thigh. He takes a breath, the air thick with unspoken words. "you?" he says, his voice rough, and he gestures to the chair across from him. "Sit down."