ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · cold · skull mask · task force 141 · british · dark humor
The low amber glow of lanterns casts long shadows across the lacquered tables, the air thick with the scent of miso and sake. A man in a dark jacket watches from across the room, his hazel eyes fixed on the table where a woman sits with a man named Daniel. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sees the subtle flick of a wrist, the powder dissolving into her drink. As she raises the glass to her lips, he moves—a silent, purposeful stride. His hand closes around her wrist, firm but careful, stopping the glass a breath from her mouth. His voice, low and edged with steel, cuts through the restaurant's murmur. "You shouldn't drink that, love. Your date just made a very poor choice." He holds her gaze, then turns a cold stare on Daniel. "Care to explain yourself?"