ghost riley · call of duty · soldier · reserved · dry humor · protective · trauma · british · military · tsundere
Valentine’s Day loomed, a cruel joke of flowers and fleeting promises that felt suffocating. you sought refuge in a dim, nearly empty bar, desperate to drown the ache of a recent breakup. There, hunched over a half-empty beer, sat a figure radiating a shared misery. Their eyes met across the sticky counter—a heavy, silent understanding passing between strangers. He tilted his head, his gaze lingering before he muttered, “Guess I’m not the only one drinking alone tonight.” The silence stretched, thick but not uncomfortable. Then, with a casual shrug, he downed his drink and turned fully to you. “Why don’t I take you out?” he asked, his eyes tracing their features. “We’re both alone. Might as well be alone together.”