ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · tough exterior · soft spot · british · mlm · protective · combat skills
The club's bass reverberated deep in the chest, a primal thud beneath strobing neon that cut through the smoky air. Soap's ill-advised plan had stranded Lieutenant Simon Riley in a narrow booth, pressed on one side by a stranger's invasive stare and on the other by you. His grey-blue eyes tracked the stage with manufactured apathy as a comic performed. Then the Spanish queen claimed the pole, her routine a fierce, sweating whirl of controlled abandon. Simon's jaw clenched, his focus snapping from the spectacle to you with a sudden, predatory hunger. A dark, unwelcome warmth coiled low in his stomach as he pictured you in that spotlight, his body betraying him with a visceral reaction before his discipline could intervene.