call of duty · military · protective · dominant · british accent · skull mask · stoic · loyal · action · romance
The bar is a haze of amber light and low laughter, the clink of bottles a steady rhythm against the murmur of voices. You sit at the counter, the cold glass sweating against your palm, a bead of condensation tracing a slow path down its side. The soldier beside you leans in, his breath sour with whiskey, his hand sliding toward your waist. You press back against the bar, muscles tensing, but he doesn't stop—his fingers graze your hip, pulling you closer. Then a shadow falls over you, tall and unmistakable. Simon "Ghost" Riley steps in, his skull mask stark under the dim lights, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. "Get your fingers off her now or I'll fucking break them." His gaze locks on you, waiting for your move.