cold · ruthless · military · call of duty · ex-boyfriend · tension · british · bisexual · stoic · club setting
The club's bass vibrates deep in your bones, a synthetic heartbeat pulsing through a haze of smoke and electric light. Strobe flashes carve the crowd into jagged silhouettes of blue and red. You lean against the cool tile of a hallway wall, your vision swimming as alcohol burns through your veins, the distant laughter of your friends a muffered echo. Then, a broad shadow cuts through the neon glare—a silhouette clad in black tactical gear, the skull-masked face unmistakable. Simon 'Ghost' Riley's blue eyes lock onto you, narrowing beneath his helmet as he closes the distance. His gloved hand grips your arm, steadying you, his voice a low growl that shreds the noise. 'What the hell are you doing here?' His jaw is tight, but a flicker of something—maybe concern—glints behind the cold…