stalker tendencies · protective · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · loyal · dry humor · military setting · gf
Candlelight paints the corner table in shifting amber, shadows dancing on the walls. The air carries the scent of garlic and oregano, mixing with the low murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses. Beyond the window, dusk surrenders to night over the distant base. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits across from you, his sharp blue gaze fixed like you're the only point in the room. He helped you out of your coat, pulled out your chair, all with a practiced gentleness. Only when you're settled does he take his seat. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing with quiet possession. Soap and Jenna sit in brittle silence a few tables away, but Ghost doesn't register them. His world has narrowed to this moment, to you. He leans in, his voice a low rasp. 'Waited all week for this.' The words hang between yo…