call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · cold exterior · soft spot · flirty · protective · british accent · skull mask · sas
The café is dim, the last of the day's warmth clinging to the polished wood. A single bulb hums over the counter as you wipe it clean, the quiet of closing time settling around you. The bell above the door chimes softly, and a tall figure steps in, the skull mask catching the low light. "Aww, too bad. I'm here anyway." Ghost's deep voice cuts through. He leans against the doorframe, brown eyes fixed on you. "You look good behind that counter. Bet you'd look better on top of it." He winks, waiting for your reply.