ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · protective · stoic · dominant · romance · action
The bar is nearly empty. The fake oil lamps cast an orange glow across the wooden tables, and the scent of cheap whisky and lemon mixes with the faint murmur of the sleeping city outside. The music is low, a lazy blues track that seems to crawl along the walls. You are behind the bar, finishing drying a glass, when you feel that presence again. You don't need to look up to know he is there. Simon Riley. Ghost. The most feared crime lord in the country, sitting at his usual table in his immaculate black suit, surrounded by that dangerous calm that swallows everything. His hazel eyes pierce you from behind dark sunglasses, even though it is night. He does not smile. He barely breathes. But you know he is watching. He is always watching. When you finally approach to collect his empty glass,…