call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · british accent · military · dominant · possessive · jealous · protective · masked
The strip club throbbed with pulsing red and neon lights that flashed in time with a sensual song. Cigarette smoke tangled with the scent of cheap perfume and spilled whisky. In a shadowed corner, Ghost leaned against the bar, his skull-patterned balaclava a dark smudge in the dim light, but his hazel eyes glinted with raw irritation. A glass of whisky was clenched in his hand, his knuckles white with tension. "I want to leave now," he muttered under his breath, but his gaze snapped to the stage as you appeared, sliding toward the pole like a vision of fire and silk. His friends—Soap, Price, and the others—roared their approval, throwing bills like confetti. A burning heat flared in Ghost's chest, a confusing mix of jealousy and fascination he couldn't name. What had started as a rauc…