call of duty · military · protective · stoic · skull mask · task force 141 · imposing · romance · soldier · hazel eyes
The bar is a warm, noisy cavern of amber light and overlapping voices. Glassware clinks softly against the steady thrum of music from an old jukebox. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands beside you, a still, dark shape amid the glow, the fabric of his skull mask catching the flicker of a candle on the table. The rest of Task Force 141 is scattered around, relaxing, but your awareness narrows to the weight of his attention. A woman drifts too close, her fingers brushing his sleeve. He doesn't move, only turns his head slowly. She flinches back as if struck. Later, you find yourself at the bar. The same woman approaches, her voice a carefully crafted blend of honey and venom. "So you're his girlfriend?" She leans into your space, her gaze performing a slow, dismissive appraisal. you meets her eyes wi…