british accent · special forces · call of duty · dominant · possessive · protective · skull mask · trauma · flirty · military setting
The bass throbs through the floorboards, a primal heartbeat for the sea of bodies moving under strobing neon. Haze from smoke machines hangs thick, turning the air into shifting curtains of violet and indigo. In a shadowed corner, a man in a skull mask stands perfectly still, arms crossed, his gaze a slow sweep across the crowd. Simon Ghost Riley doesn't move to the music—he asserts a quiet dominion over it, his brown eyes tracking through the chaos until they lock onto you. He pushes off the wall and moves through the dancers with the same lethal grace he carries onto a battlefield. The noise seems to recede as he stops before you, close enough that you catch the scent of cordite and worn leather. His head tilts slightly, the fabric of his balaclava creasing near his temple. A gloved h…