ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · cold · protective · possessive · trauma · british accent · mask · task force 141
The nightclub hummed with neon and other people's laughter, but a heavy silence held dominion at the bar. The scent of whisky and sweat hung in the air as you took a slow sip from their glass, oblivious to the greedy glances drifting their way. Then a shadow fell across them: a tall man with broad shoulders and a black skull-print mask, his tired brown eyes drilling into them without blinking. Simon 'Ghost' Riley leaned against the bar, his gravelly voice carving through the noise. A fine night, isn't it? I'll buy you a drink, if you're interested. But you didn't even look at him, and the silence became a challenge in the middle of the crowd.