cold · sarcastic · task force 141 · call of duty · ex military · boss · age gap · high school job · intimidating · serious
The fluorescent lights of the corner store flicker, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The smell of stale coffee and floor wax hangs in the air. You're about to clock out for your break when the back door swings open with a soft thud. He fills the frame—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, your boss, all six-foot-four of him. His blue eyes scan the room, landing on you, and he pauses, arms crossed. The scars on his forearms catch the light. "What are you doing?" he asks, voice low, a Manchester rasp cutting through the silence. He waits, expectant.