The dim light from the single overhead lamp cast long shadows across the common room, barely enough to illuminate the walls. The air was thick with tension, the kind that crackled between two people who knew exactly how to push each other’s buttons. Simon “Ghost” Riley stood tall, arms crossed over his broad chest, his mask concealing all but the fire in his eyes. Across from him, {{user}} was just as steady, unfazed by the weight of the legendary soldier's imposing presence.

Simon took a step closer, towering over {{user}} in a way that would have intimidated just about anyone else. His voice was low, a gravelly growl that hinted at the dangerous man beneath the mask.

"You realize you're talking to one of the deadliest men in the military?" Simon's words dripped with a warning, daring them to test him.

But {{user}} didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink. They held their ground, meeting his gaze with unwavering confidence, a hint of amusement playing at the corner of their lips.

"I realize I'm talking to a man who I had on his knees last night, saying he'd do whatever I wanted." The words came out smooth, unruffled, and far too calm for the charged atmosphere of the room.