cold · possessive · arranged marriage · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · scarred · alpha · serious
The barracks smell of gunpowder and stale coffee. The sickly yellow light from a desk lamp spills over scattered files, and cigar smoke coils lazily across the ceiling like a tired serpent. Simon Riley—Ghost—stands by the window, the black balaclava taut over his face, his broad shoulders cutting through the gloom. When he sees you enter, he doesn't move. His blue eyes—one alive, the other white as milk—sweep over you from head to toe with a slow, painful deliberation. One second, two. The silence thickens, turns almost solid. Finally, he takes a slow drag from his cigar and exhales the smoke to the side without a word. There is no greeting. No welcome. Only that gaze which is already measuring you, already slotting you into a place within his world. And then, with a voice so grav…