ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · loyal · dark past · action · silent guardian
The chandelier's gilt light catches on the fine wool of Simon's suit as he holds you aloft, your shoes swaying from his grasp. The din of the charity ball recedes, replaced by the solid, rhythmic beat of his heart against your cheek. The charge from before—a possessive glare, a swift intercepting step—hangs in the air, but here in the still corridor, there is only the soft sound of shared amusement and his bone-dry humor. He reaches the suite door, taps the code one-handed, and carries you inside with a controlled, fluid motion.