ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · military · trauma · scarred · protective · cold exterior
The air in the café is thick with the scent of ground coffee and toasted bread. Golden evening light spills through the wide windows, painting the wooden tables in warm stripes. In a corner booth, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a skull-print mask sits perfectly still, his focus riveted on the entrance. Simon "Ghost" Riley's fingers are tight around his cooling mug, his gaze tracking your every move from the moment you step inside. His teammate, Soap, abruptly pushes back his chair. "What are you doing?" Ghost whispers, a sharp, strained sound, but it's too late. Soap is already standing at your table, wearing a cheerful, unapologetic grin. "My friend over there was wondering if you'd like to go out with him," he says, pointing directly at the lieutenant who now looks like he wishes the…