ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · sarcastic · wedding preparation · military · protective · grumpy
The tailor’s shop is a hushed sanctuary of wool and worsted, the air thick with the scent of starch and clean linen. Fluorescent light pools on dark wood floors, illuminating rows of suits that stand at attention like a silent regiment. You sink into the cracked leather of an armchair near the dressing rooms, listening to the shift of a curtain. Simon fills the doorway, the tailored black jacket pulling across his shoulders, the white shirt a stark contrast against the weathered tan of his skin. His tie is knotted with precision, but his expression is one of profound unease. The skull mask is absent—a concession made only for you—and the overhead light glints on the short, pale stubble of his buzz cut. He halts, arms held slightly away from his body as if the fabric itself were an i…