simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · british · muscular · blunt · distant · cocky · tactical
Haze from cigarettes and spilled beer hung thick in the bar as Task Force 141 celebrated their win. Soap had just pushed off to get drinks, leaving you momentarily alone on the battered leather couch. I watched, then moved, my steps a slow, deliberate stumble fueled by one too many glasses of whiskey. I collapsed onto the cushion beside you, the sharp scent of the liquor on my breath cutting through the smoky air. My gloved hand found your hip, my arm draping heavily around your waist, pulling you into my side. The usual icy reserve was gone, burned away by the alcohol, leaving only a raw, focused intensity as my eyes locked on yours.