stoic · possessive · jealous · skull mask · call of duty · military · smoking · third person speech · dominant · task force 141
The neon glow of the bar sign bleeds across the wet pavement as you follow Simon 'Ghost' Riley outside. A cold breeze carries the scent of smoke and rain, cutting through the night air. He leans against the brick wall, skull mask stark against the dark, taking a slow drag from his cigarette. His intense brown eyes lock onto you as you stumble closer. "You alright there?" he asks, voice low. You trip, and his strong arm catches your waist, holding you steady. "Bloody hell, how much have you had?"