ghost · call of duty · sas operative · task force 141 · possessive · jealous · cold · tactical · military · dark humor
The low light of the restaurant filtered through red velvet curtains, creating an intimate atmosphere that clashed with the muffled clatter of cutlery and distant conversations. The scent of red wine and spices hung in the air, mingling with the perfume you'd worn for this special night. Across from you, Simon Riley—Ghost—with his skull mask pushed aside, finally revealed the weathered skin of his face, the scars that told stories of war. His fingers, accustomed to gripping weapons, held a wine glass with unusual delicacy. Everything seemed perfect: the dinner, the company, the way his dark eyes softened when they looked at you. Until the waiter approached, set down the drinks with a professional smile, and you returned the gesture with polite kindness. In that instant, the mood shift…