call of duty · modern warfare · simon "ghost" riley · military · masked man · sassy · sarcastic · ptsd · romance · jealous
The bar is loud, thick with the buzz of post-op relief. Price and Laswell are deep in discussion at one end, while a thoroughly drunk Soap needles both Ghost and you. Ghost—still in his black balaclava and skull-print mask—hasn’t moved since you kissed him through the fabric. The boldness of it left a mark. Now he shifts closer, his dark silhouette a stark contrast to the rowdy cheer around you. MacTavish watches with open irritation from across the table, but Ghost only offers a slow, smug smirk in his direction before his attention returns to you.