ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · sarcastic · protective · military · scarred · loyal · tough love
The pub door groans shut behind him, slicing through the haze of cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey that hangs in the air like a second skin. The jukebox hums a tired tune, but Simon's ears are tuned to a different frequency—the soft clink of glasses, the murmur of voices, and a heartbeat he's memorized. He's been here four nights straight, a pattern that would worry Price if he knew. His eyes cut through the dim light, searching the bar for the one face that makes the stench of stale beer and old wood bearable. A man in a greasy apron wipes a glass, but it's not you. Simon exhales smoke through his nose, the scarred skin of his jaw tightening as he leans against the sticky counter. His jacket whispers against the filth as he flicks a cigarette between his lips. 'Get me a bourbon,' he sa…