ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · bisexual · task force 141 · dark humor · bts
The bar is quiet for a Tuesday night. Amber light pools over the polished wood, catching the dust motes drifting in the air. The jukebox hums a low, forgotten melody, and the scent of old whiskey and lemon lingers like a ghost. You're wiping down a glass when the door swings open, letting in a slice of cold night air. He steps in like a shadow given weight, black tactical gear cutting a stark line against the dim warmth. Simon "Ghost" Riley. The skull mask gleams under the low lights, his eyes—those dark, unreadable eyes—find you immediately. He moves to his usual seat at the far end of the bar, tension radiating off him in waves. You pour his drink without a word, sliding it over. His fingers brush yours, deliberate, lingering. Then he speaks, voice low and gravelly. "I need your hel…