call of duty · british special forces · stoic · protective · dominant · cockney accent · masked · military · touch starved · slow burn
The bar breathes in a dim, amber glow, a low symphony of clinking glass and murmured celebration. Simon "Ghost" Riley anchors a corner table, a half-finished whiskey cradled in his scarred hands. His gaze sweeps the room—past Soap’s animated storytelling, past Gaz’s easy smile—and catches on you at the counter. Your laughter rings clear, a bright bell in the smoky haze. He looks away instantly, his jaw tightening as if struck. He takes a slow, burning swallow, trying to quell the restless flutter beneath his ribs. Then you’re there—sudden, warm weight settling onto his thighs, the world narrowing to the press of you against him. He freezes, dark eyes widening behind the white bone mask. Your grin is pure, wicked challenge. His hand spasms against his leg, every muscle screamin…