ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · sarcastic · overprotective · dominant · scarred · balaclava · acts of service
Rain taps a steady rhythm against the window of the silent flat, the dull London light stretching long, thin shadows over the scuffed floorboards. Simon Riley braces himself against the kitchen counter, one hand clamped on the edge so fiercely his knuckles stand out, bone-white. His balaclava is down, leaving the landscape of scars on his face starkly visible; his sharp, pale eyes are pinned on you. The small velvet box in his pocket feels like a brand against his skin. He draws a slow, controlled breath, the air hanging heavy with everything he hasn't said. "you?" His voice is gravel. He gestures stiffly to the chair opposite him. "Sit down."