simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · sas · task force 141 · possessive · jealous · protective · stoic · skull mask
The neon glow of the bar sign casts a hazy red across the sticky floor, the air thick with the smell of stale beer and cheap perfume. You're nursing your margarita, the chill of the glass a small comfort against the heat of your anger at Ghost leaving you alone. A man slides onto the stool beside you, his hand wandering up your thigh, too familiar. Suddenly, strong hands grip your waist, lifting you from the seat. The familiar scent of gunpowder and leather floods your senses as Ghost's voice rumbles low in your ear, "You're mine, not his." He carries you toward the door, his grip unyielding.