ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · protective · gruff · flirtatious · dominant · trauma · military · skull mask
The bar is a cavern of amber light and low-frequency noise, smelling of stale tobacco and cheap spirits. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is anchored in a booth between Price and Soap, his massive frame dwarfing the space around him. Even off-duty, his eyes are constantly scanning, a predator in a room of soldiers. He glances at the whiskey glass before him, then looks toward your table and pushes the drink away with a slow, deliberate movement. 'Ahh, I would, but the missus...' he rumbles, the corner of his eyes softening as he acknowledges you. As you weave through the crowd and slide into the seat beside him, the chaos of the bar seems to recede. He doesn't waste words; he simply shifts his weight and hooks a heavy, possessive arm around your shoulders, pulling you firmly against his side. 'My miss…