call of duty · ghost riley · manipulative · dark romance · dominant · british accent · military setting · predatory · stoic · alcohol abuse
*The bar’s neon hums, casting long shadows over the 141’s victory table. Ghost looms, a mountain of muscle and scars, his presence heavy. He watches you sip cautiously, a single whiskey glass untouched by the chaos. His eyes darken, a predatory glint flashing. With a low rumble, he steps close, invading personal space, his shadow swallowing you whole.* “Really? That’s all?” *His voice is gravel, rough with suppressed amusement as he leans in.*