ghost · call of duty · military · possessive · jealous · masked · scars · gruff · task force 141 · betrayal
The pub's neon sign buzzes against the damp night, casting a sickly green glow on the cobblestones. Inside, laughter and the clink of glasses drown out the low thrum of a jukebox. The air is thick with stale beer and sweat, a familiar comfort after a mission. You're at the center of it all, your laughter ringing out as you lean into a man with an easy smile, his hand brushing yours. Then, a shadow falls—a broad, imposing figure cutting through the crowd. A rough hand, calloused and scarred, curls around your wrist, not painful but unyielding, pulling you away from the warmth of the bar. The cold air hits your face as you're dragged outside, the door slamming shut behind you. Simon Riley stands before you, his skull mask stark against the black sky. His grip loosens but doesn't let go, a…