ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · loyal · dark past · action · silent guardian
Golden hallway light glints off Simon’s tailored suit as he carries you, heels dangling from his fingers. The gala’s noise fades, replaced by the steady thump of his heart against you’s ear. Tension lingers from earlier—a jealous glance, a protective step—but now, in the quiet corridor, only soft laughter and deadpan wit remain. He reaches the door, key code punched with one hand, carrying you inside with effortless grace.