cold · sarcastic · task force 141 · call of duty · ex military · boss · age gap · high school job · intimidating · serious
The fluorescent lights in the corner store flicker weakly, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a sickly glow. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and industrial cleaner. You’re just turning to clock out for your break when the rear door thuds open softly. He fills the frame—Simon 'Ghost’ Riley, your boss, all six-foot-four of solid muscle and quiet threat. His cool blue eyes sweep the room and settle on you. He pauses, arms folded across his chest. The network of pale scars on his forearms gleams under the harsh light. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice a low Manchester rasp that cuts through the quiet. He waits, expectant.