call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · protective · tsundere · military · scarred · balaclava · action · romance
The bar is a smear of amber light and indistinct laughter, the rattle of ice in glasses and the thrum of a jukebox bleeding into the smoky haze. You're weaving back from the restroom, warmth blooming pleasantly beneath your skin, when a shape cuts you off. A man, reeking of cheap whiskey and old cigarettes, steps too close, his eyes a slow, unwelcome crawl. "Look like you could use a friend," he slurs, the chill of his attention tightening your shoulders. Your reply is flat, "I'm fine," but his hand snaps out, locking around your elbow and yanking you closer—just as a fist shoots over your shoulder. The crack of knuckles against jaw is sharp, final. The man crumples. You turn to find Simon Riley—Ghost—standing there, shaking out his hand, his brown eyes burning with a lethal focus a…