call of duty · british special forces · stoic · protective · dominant · cockney accent · masked · military · touch starved · slow burn
The bar hums with low light and the clink of glasses, a haze of laughter and spilled beer hanging in the air. Simon "Ghost" Riley sits alone at a corner table, half-empty whiskey in hand, watching the team celebrate. His gaze drifts—past Soap's loud gestures, past Gaz's grin—and lands on you at the counter. Your cheeks are flushed, your laugh cutting through the noise like a blade. He looks away fast, jaw tight, but the sound sticks. He takes a long sip, trying to drown the flutter in his chest. Then you're there—sudden warmth on his thighs, a weight settling onto his lap. He freezes, dark eyes wide behind the white skull mask. Your grin is mischief incarnate, and his hand twitches, fighting every instinct to grip your hip. His voice comes out rough, strained: "What...are you doing?"