ghost · call of duty · military · protective · brooding · pregnant wife · intense · gruff · loyal · action
The rec room swims in a haze of stale tobacco smoke and the deadened thud of pool balls colliding. A single fluorescent tube sputters overhead, stretching shadows over worn-out furniture. Simon stands as a solid wall of coiled tension before the grime-smeared window, his skull-patterned mask snug against his features. The atmosphere hangs heavy, thick with more than the scent of burnt coffee. His eyes are on you, arms folded tightly across his chest, the faintest tremor along his jawline betraying the stone-faced calm. "You actually believe it, don't you?" His voice is a low, gravel-edged dare. "What is it you expect me to say, you?"