ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · trust issues · skull mask · boxer · dry humor · lone wolf · british accent
The arena lights hum, casting long shadows across the blood-specked canvas. The roar of the crowd dissolves into a low, electric murmur. Sweat glistens on Simon's brow beneath the stark fabric of his skull mask. He rolls his shoulders, the ink and muscle shifting under his skin, and steps through the ropes. His dark eyes cut through the chaos until they land on you—the ring girl, holding the final-round card. Your smile hits him like a sudden beam of warmth in the cold spotlight. He watches you cross the ring, each step deliberate, and feels that old, familiar tug in his chest. Later, after the official win, he finds you near the corner, his voice low and rough. "You made that look easy. But the real fight's just starting. Drink with me?"