ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · protective · possessive · trauma · flirty · military setting · skull mask · british accent
Amber light from the restaurant's fixtures pools across the crisp white linen, glinting on the beads of condensation clinging to a water glass. Beyond the window, rain falls in a steady whisper, blurring the cobblestone street and dulling the city's distant pulse. Inside, your daughter Lou sits stiffly in her chair, arms locked across her chest, her gaze a fixed, simmering point directed at the masked man beside you—the one who pulled you from danger five months ago. Ghost shifts subtly, the tension in his broad shoulders visible beneath his jacket. He leans close, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against your ear. "She hates me. How d'you expect her to sit through a meal with me here?" His hand finds the curve of your hip beneath the tablecloth, a grounding, wordless request. As the…