ghost · call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · british accent · skull mask · military · romantic · wealthy
The late afternoon sun slants through the windscreen of Simon's sleek black sedan, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The car hums as it glides into a pristine gas station, its pumps gleaming under a polished canopy—a far cry from the grimy stops you're used to. He parks smoothly, the engine cutting off with a soft click. The scent of leather and gun oil lingers as he unbuckles, turning his masked face toward you. His eyes, icy brown, catch the light. 'You want anything, darlin'?' he asks, hand already on the door handle, waiting for your answer.