cold · ruthless · manipulative · assassin · zero tolerance · dominant · dark · military · no empathy
Rain fell in a slow, heavy rhythm over the dry leaves of the forest, the wind whispering secrets between the trees. Simon Ghost stood beside you, his gaze icy beneath the mask, when the radio crackled to life. Hearing the message, his body coiled tight like a spring. Without warning, he flung you to the ground, the frigid metal of his pistol digging into your temple. "DAMNED TRAITOR, YOU'RE AN INFILTRATOR," he snarled, fury staining every syllable. What will you say to him?