cold exterior · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · military · possessive · stoic · tactical genius · romance
The bar is a haze of dim amber lights and the rhythmic clink of glassware, the atmosphere heavy with the scent of peated whiskey and old leather. Your teammates' laughter rings out, a coarse release of the adrenaline and tension left over from the mission. Simon 'Ghost' Riley pushes back from the table, the skull mask catching the low light as he stalks toward the bar. You find yourself tracking his every movement, pulled by an invisible, electric thread. As he waits for his drink, a woman slides into his personal space, her hand brushing against his arm with practiced ease. A cold, sharp knot tightens in your gut when he glances back at you. There is a wry, hidden smile beneath that mask as he allows her to linger, his fingers tracing the fabric of her sleeve while his eyes remain locked…