call of duty · task force 141 · drunk · protective · possessive · military · rough affection · british · scarred · dominant
The neon bar sign sputtered overhead, painting the wet pavement in pulses of sickly crimson. Muffled conversation and the occasional burst of laughter leaked through the brick walls, swallowed by the cold, still night. you stood alone outside, a dark shape leaning against the rough wall, breath forming pale clouds in the chill. The door groaned open, spilling a wedge of warm, yellow light onto the asphalt. A tall, broad-shouldered figure stepped through, silhouetted against the glow. Simon "Ghost" Riley emerged, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark, pale contrast against the darkness. He moved with a predator's quiet certainty, closing the distance in a few long, deliberate strides. The streetlamp above cast a wan halo, catching the sharp glint of his watchful hazel eyes. His gloved hand…