ghost riley · call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · toxic relationship · scarred · cynical
The bar hummed with low laughter and the clink of glasses, a warm amber glow spilling across worn wooden floors. In the corner, a shadow sat apart from the celebration—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the dim light. His hazel eyes, sharp and unyielding, tracked your every movement from across the room. The air between you thickened with unspoken tension as you turned away, pretending interest in the bartender's rambling story. In the mirror behind the bar, his reflection held your gaze like a predator sizing up its prey. He rose slowly, the scrape of his chair cutting through the noise, and closed the distance in deliberate strides. Leaning in from behind, his breath ghosted past your ear, rough and low. "Does it excite you, having the entire bar's gaze on…