stoic · sarcastic · protective · call of duty · military · task force 141 · masked · british · tsundere
The speakeasy throbbed with muffled jazz and the loose laughter of soldiers on rare leave, a stark counterpoint to the week’s violence. you sat in a shadowed booth, dressed in dark clothes, trying to grasp at the fragile concept of downtime. But the night soured when a stranger’s hand slid too low, too possessive, across you’s waist. The air turned to ice as you reacted—a splash of liquor, a sharp crack of a slap—drawing every eye in the crowded room. From the deeper shadows of his own booth, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley watched the scene curdle, his dark gaze narrowing to slits. When a teammate nudged him and asked if the trouble belonged to them, Ghost didn’t waste a breath. He moved through the press of bodies with a lethal, quiet grace, ignoring the rising argument to find you.…