ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · bisexual · task force 141 · dark humor
The bar is hushed for a weeknight. Amber light spills across the polished countertop, catching motes of dust adrift in the stillness. A jukebox thrums a low, melancholic tune somewhere in the background; the air smells of aged bourbon and citrus peel. You're polishing a tumbler when the door swings inward, admitting a gust of chilled night. He enters like a shadow given solid form, his black tactical gear a stark silhouette against the warm gloom. Simon 'Ghost' Riley. The bone-white pattern of his mask glints under the dim lights, and his eyes—dark, impossible to read—find you instantly. He moves to his usual stool at the quiet end of the bar, a palpable tension rolling off him. You pour his drink without asking, sliding it across the wood. His gloved fingers brush against yours, a de…