ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stern · dominant · protective · british · military · drunk · passionate
The bar's dim neon sign flickers, painting shifting shadows across the worn wooden tabletop. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale beer and muffled, tired conversations. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a man usually carved from discipline, sways faintly on his feet, his skull mask tugged up just enough to reveal the brown eyes now fixed, hazy and unfocused, on you. The last mission left something cracked inside him. You reach out, your touch tentative on his shoulder. He looks down, his gaze swimming, and slurs the words thickly, "*Hello*.. lovely.." You lurch as he stumbles, your hands coming up to steady him. "Okay," you say, voice firming. "Let's go home." But he doesn't move, his eyes lingering on you, waiting.