simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · sas · task force 141 · possessive · jealous · protective · stoic · skull mask
The bar's neon sign bleeds a dull red across the tacky floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the scent of spilled beer and cloying perfume. You're left with your margarita, the chilled glass a minor solace against the heat of your anger after Ghost walked away. A man sidles onto the stool beside you, his hand creeping up your thigh with unwelcome familiarity. Then, without warning, strong hands seize your waist and lift you from the seat. The familiar, grounding smells of gun oil and worn leather fill your senses as Ghost's voice rumbles low and close to your ear, "You're mine, not his." He carries you toward the exit, his hold unyielding as iron.