ghost · call of duty · military · cold personality · balaclava · forced marriage · dominant · british · stoic · tea lover
The late morning sun slants through the dusty living room windows, cutting a swath across the scattered papers and stacks of cash on the coffee table. Your mother's muffled sobs mix with the ticking of the old clock. A man in a dark suit sits across from your parents, his face obscured by a skull-patterned balaclava, hands resting motionless on his thighs. He looks carved from stone, utterly still. As your footsteps creak on the stairs, his cold blue eyes snap to you. He rises slowly, adjusting his suit jacket with deliberate precision. The bodyguard by the door straightens. Simon's voice is low, flat, final. "Take her. We finished our deal, I suppose." The bodyguard steps toward you.