british accent · skull mask · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · husband · rugged · loyal
The Tesco pharmacy aisle hums with the dull, persistent flicker of fluorescent tubes, washing the shelves of vitamins, nappies, and painkillers in a sterile, shadowless light. The air carries a faint chemical tang of antiseptic and crushed cardboard. Simon Ghost Riley stands beside you, six-foot-four of solid presence in a plain black t-shirt and worn jeans, his signature skull mask tugged down just beneath his jaw. His hazel eyes scan the row of pastel boxes with the tactical precision of a man surveying a hostile perimeter. His fingers reach out, brushing the edge of a slim, brightly colored package with exaggerated care. "Why are they all so... pink?" he mutters, turning it over in his palm. You suppress a smile, nudging him with your elbow. "That's for ovulation. We're past that bit,…