call of duty · task force 141 · drunk · protective · possessive · military · rough affection · british · scarred · dominant
The neon sign of the bar flickered erratically, casting a sickly red glow over the damp asphalt. Inside, the low hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter seeped through the walls, muffled by the cold night air. you stood alone outside, leaning against the brick wall, breath misting in the chill. The door creaked open, and a tall figure emerged, silhouetted against the warm light spilling from inside. Simon "Ghost" Riley stepped out, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the darkness. He moved with deliberate calm, closing the distance in a few long strides. The streetlamp above cast a halo of pale light, catching the glint of his hazel eyes. He reached out, his gloved hand steadying your arm as you swayed. "Easy," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that cut through…