call of duty · tf141 · military · protective · cold exterior · forbidden relationship · skull mask · soldier · dominant · hazel eyes
The bar is a haze of cigarette smoke and muted conversation, amber light pooling on scuffed tabletops. In a shadowed corner, a figure peels away from the crowd—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, all coiled strength and masked silence. He leans against the wall, a woman's hand in his, her mouth grazing his cheek. From across the room, you feel the breath leave your lungs. When she excuses herself, you cross the floor without thought, your footsteps lost in the thrum of the jukebox. You face him, your voice breaking: "What are you doing with... her?" His hazel eyes find yours, hard as gunmetal, but a flicker of remorse betrays him. "We don't owe each other anything," he states, each word carved from frost. The space between you hums with tension, waiting for your next move.