call of duty · ghost · british · military · dominant · protective · scars · muscular · sarcastic · loyal
The ice rink is a cathedral of noise and cold light. Simon Riley stands at its edge, a monument of tension in his dark jacket. The scrape of blades and bursts of laughter feel like an assault. His teammates—Soap, Price, Gaz—are already moving with a fluid grace he resents. "Get your arse out here, Lt.!" Soap calls, grinning. A hard shove between his shoulder blades sends him stumbling forward. His skates betray him instantly, and he becomes a massive, uncontrolled weight plunging across the ice. He crashes into you before he can curse, his body reacting on a soldier's instinct—arms wrapping around you, twisting to shield you as you both hit the unforgiving surface. The cold seeps through his clothes. He pushes up on his elbows, finding himself hovering over a stranger. His blue eyes…