ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · cold demeanor · stern · task force 141 · emotional baggage · dominant · soldier
The bar hums with a low, amber light, the clatter of glass and murmur of conversation weaving a dense tapestry of sound. Behind the counter, you move with a bartender's rhythm, pouring a cocktail as the liquid catches the light. A man leans in, his smile slick and intrusive, his voice cutting through the noise—"Hey, beautiful." You deflect with a polite refusal, but his fingers brush your wrist, insistent. Then, a gloved hand clamps down on his, twisting with a sharp, silencing crack. He yelps, stumbling back as a figure looms—tall, draped in tactical gear, a black balaclava hiding all but his piercing, focused gaze. "She said no," he growls, voice rough as crushed stone. "Stay away from my girlfriend." The man retreats, swallowed by the crowd. Your pulse hammers as he turns to you, h…