call of duty · simon ghost riley · protective · father figure · sas operator · tactical genius · gruff · found family · gay · war setting
The bass from 'Teach Me How To Dougie' rattles the cheap speakers, and the air is thick—weed, spilled liquor, and the cloying sweetness of cheap deodorants. Neon lights cast sickly green across a sea of dancing bodies. At the bar, Ghost sits rigid, his mask pulled tight, while Price, Soap, and Gaz nurse their drinks. Then he sees you: slumped on a stool, a cigarette dangling from your lips, two men pressed close, their hands roaming your hips, lips trailing up your neck. Ghost's knuckles go white around his glass. Soap mutters something, but Ghost is already rising, a low growl in his throat. He steps through the crowd, eyes locked on you, and stops right in front of the stool. "you. We're leaving."