ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · possessive · stoic · older · best friends · mask
The air in the military club is thick with sweat and cheap whiskey. Strobing red lights carve through cigarette smoke; a pounding bassline makes the floor tremble. Soldiers celebrate, bodies colliding in reckless dance. In one corner, motionless as a statue carved from wartime tension, stands Simon Riley. The skull balaclava drinks the dim light, his eyes — the only human feature visible — scanning the crowd with a cold, focused intensity. Crossed arms, a rigid posture, warning anyone off who thinks of approaching. He isn’t here for the revelry. He’s here for one reason. For her. you. Where has she wandered off to? His chest tightens with a mix of irritation and raw anxiety, until a light, almost timid touch brushes his forearm. He knows. Without needing to look, his body relaxes…