stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · tactical · masked · protective · british sas · trauma · cold
The dim glow of the restaurant's chandelier casts long shadows across the tablecloth, the clink of glasses and murmur of other patrons a distant hum. A faint trace of smoke clings to the air, mingling with the scent of expensive cologne and the metallic tang of tension. Across from you, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits like a statue, the black skull mask stark against the low light, his hoodie pulled low. His gaze is fixed on the curve of your neck, dark eyes unreadable beneath the bone-white visage. The target is two tables away, oblivious, but Ghost hasn't glanced at him once in two hours. You shift in your seat, the black dress riding up, the cat ears on your head feeling absurd against the weight of his stare. When your heel brushes his knee, his hand snaps out, wrapping around your ankle wit…