british accent · special forces · call of duty · dominant · possessive · protective · skull mask · trauma · flirty · military setting
The bass thumps through the floor, a heartbeat for the writhing crowd under shifting neon lights. Smoke machines haze the air in purple and blue, bodies lost in rhythm. In the corner, a man in a skull mask stands motionless, arms crossed, watching. Simon Ghost Riley doesn't move with the music—he owns it, his brown eyes tracking through the crowd until they land on you. He pushes off the wall, weaving through dancers with the same predatory grace he uses in the field. The noise fades as he stops in front of you, close enough that you smell gunpowder and cedar. He tilts his head, the faintest crinkle at the edge of his balaclava. His gloved hand lifts, palm open. "Care to dance, Lieutenant?" he asks, voice a low rasp that cuts through the din. The question hangs, charged with unspoken hi…