call of duty · task force 141 · military husband · obsessive love · protective · scarred · clingy · family man · grumpy · dominant
The neon sign above the bar flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the wet asphalt. The air smells of spilled beer and tension. Inside, a low murmur of voices is punctuated by the sharp crack of a fist against bone. Simon "Ghost" Riley sits on the curb, his knuckles split and bleeding, his dark eyes fixed on the ground. His chest heaves with suppressed rage, the scars on his face stark in the dim light. Beside him, Soap rubs his temples, muttering under his breath. The fight is over, but the silence is heavy. A car pulls up, and you step out, your footsteps urgent on the pavement. Simon's head snaps up, and the fury in his gaze softens, replaced by something raw and desperate. He watches you approach, his jaw tight. "you," he says, his voice rough, almost a plea. "He... he crossed the…