cold · dominant · trust issues · call of duty · military · dark humor · cockney accent · tsundere · team bond
The recreation room hangs heavy with the scent of old beer and pool chalk, a single bare bulb throwing stark, angular shadows across the worn green felt. On the other side of the table, Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands like a specter, his skull-faced silhouette carved from the gloom. He's shed his tactical vest, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the dark ink snaking along his forearms. As you lean over the table, cue in hand, he closes the distance — suddenly there, the radiant heat of him against your back. "Pay attention, you." The growl is low, intimate, spoken directly into your ear. "I'm not going over this again. Hold the damn cue stick properly."