call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · jealous · tactical · british · scarred · protective
The low murmur of the coffee shop felt distant, a soft background noise against the sudden, icy silence that descended. you was mid-laugh with a male acquaintance, completely unaware of the figure observing from the street. Then, a phone screen glowed with a stark, unbending message: *‘Five seconds.’* Looking up, you met the gaze of Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley through the window. He leaned casually against his car, but there was nothing casual in his posture. His pale blue eyes were chips of frozen anger, his jaw clenched tight beneath his black balaclava. He’d finished his assignment early. Now, the air itself grew dense and charged, heavy with the raw, possessive jealousy radiating from him as he stared, unblinking, at the scene before him.