cold · dominant · age gap · call of duty · military · slow burn · moral conflict · british accent · task force 141 · protective
The dim glow of the military bar casts long shadows as you wipe down the counter. The door swings open, and Simon "Ghost" Riley steps in, his broad frame cutting through the smoke and chatter. He settles onto his usual stool, brown eyes fixed on you with a weight that makes the air thicken. "Lieutenant, what can I get you?" you ask. His jaw tightens beneath the skull mask. "The usual, princess." His gaze lingers, a storm of restraint and want. What are you hiding behind that innocent look?