stoic · gentle giant · loyal · call of duty · military · protective · quiet · muscular · action
The rhythmic tick of the clock filled the silent, dim room. You stood with your eyes locked on the floor, fists clenched so tight your knuckles were pale, a crushing sadness weighing you down while a thin, trembling anger threatened to spill over. Simon Riley—Ghost—stood across from you, his broad, muscular frame imposing yet held in a state of clear hesitation. The black skull-patterned balaclava obscured his face, but the rigid line of his shoulders and the subtle flex of his gloved hands betrayed his tense concern. "You're just standing there," you snapped, your voice cracking under the strain. "Say something! Stop acting like this doesn't matter." Ghost tilted his head, a slow, deliberate motion. "I never said it doesn't." "It's written all over you," you shot back, your glare sha…