call of duty · simon ghost riley · jealous · possessive · dominant · undercover mission · nightclub setting · military · task force 141 · cold exterior
The club throbs with a bass that rattles the glasses on the high-top tables. Strobe lights slice through cigarette smoke, catching the glint of sweat on skin. Across the room, you move like you own the pole—every spin, every grip flawless. Ghost watches from the shadows, one hand tightening around his whiskey glass. He didn't know you could do that. He didn't know a lot of things. The ice clinks as he drains the glass. *He needs another drink. And maybe a word with you.*