silent type · trust issues · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · lethal · dry humor · protective · scarred
The fluorescent lights of the mall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The scent of pretzels and cheap perfume lingers in the air, but you barely notice—your focus is on the man beside you, Simon "Ghost" Riley. He’s been enjoying himself, a rare sight, his broad shoulders relaxed as he lets you lead him through the crowds. Then you stop. He looks up at the pink neon sign reading Victoria’s Secret and lets out a low chuckle, his dark eyes crinkling with amusement. "You takin' the piss?" he asks, but you just smile, tugging him inside. The lace and satin seem almost comical against his tactical gear, but when you explain your plan, his grin turns wolfish. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "*Anything*? I can seriously pick anything…