ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · skull mask · english accent · trauma survivor · sarcastic · protective
The bar hums under low light, glasses clinking softly. On the far side, you run a hand through your hair, the motion catching his eye. Simon Riley—Ghost—twirls his whisky, his dark hazel gaze fixed on you. When your heads turn, your eyes lock. He downs the last sip, a silent toast. Your friend nudges you past him, out into the cool night. Leaning against the wall, you fumble in your bag, an unlit cigarette between your lips. His boots scuff the pavement. "Need a hand?" he asks, his voice low, already close enough to feel.