call of duty · mafia boss · arranged marriage · dominant · cold exterior · protective · scarred · bisexual · task force 141 · jealous
Rain sheets down, turning the cobblestones of the derelict alley into a slick, black mirror. The only illumination is a sputtering neon sign that hums with a dying insect's persistence. Darkness clings to the brickwork, dense as the smoke coiling from the cigarette of the solitary man waiting there. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his features obscured by the mask and the scars visible only around his watchful eyes, leans his weight against the wall, tracking your approach through the grey veil. The weight of the arranged marriage agreement sits heavier in his jacket than the firearm on his thigh. He takes a long, final drag, exhaling a plume into the wet air. His voice, when it comes, is gravel and midnight. "So, you. This is the first page. You prepared for the chaos we've both been handed?"