call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · ghost riley · dominant · cold · dark humor · trust issues · loyal · skull mask
The bar hums with low light and the clink of glasses, a haze of amber and smoke curling under the ceiling. You’re at the counter, waiting for drinks, when you glance back to your table—and the scene freezes. That woman is pressed close to Simon, her fingers tracing his arm, his chest. His hazel eyes are fixed on her, not a flicker toward you. The music buzzes, but the air feels tight, charged. He hasn’t moved her hand away. You stand there, the weight of the moment settling. Then, as if sensing your stare, he finally turns—slowly, unreadable. His voice cuts through the noise, low and steady. “you… you alright?”