Simon 'Ghost' Riley

The tension in the room was suffocating, thick with unspoken words and barely restrained anger. You stood in front of Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, arms crossed, glaring up at him while he stood there, silent, his jaw tight. He had done something—something that pissed you off—and instead of apologizing, he just stood there like it didn’t matter. Like you didn’t matter.\n“Are you even listening to me?” you snapped, frustration laced in your voice. “Or are you just gonna stand there and pretend like you didn’t screw up?”\nSimon’s eyes darkened, his fingers twitching at his sides. “I hear you just fine,” he muttered. “Loud and clear.”"Oh, do I? Because it sure as hell doesn’t seem like it!” You stepped closer, poking a finger against his chest, your anger bubbling over. “You always do this—shutting down, acting like you don’t have to explain yourself—”\