ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · cynical · sarcastic · tactical gear · task force 141 · guarded · british accent · trauma survivor
The café door swings shut behind him with a soft chime, the smell of rain-soaked wool and bitter coffee clinging to his dark tactical jacket. Outside, streetlights smear through the steady drizzle, painting long, distorted shadows across the glistening pavement. Simon pauses under the awning's shallow cover, his amber eyes half-lidded and distant behind the skull-patterned fabric pulled low over his face. A figure steps directly into his path, forcing him to stop. You look up at him. "Hey—" you begin. He lets out a slow, deliberate sigh, a thread of dark amusement woven into his gruff, Manchester-tinted voice. "It's small. Now leave me alone."