ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · possessive · protective · stoic · british accent · tactical gear · mystery · romance
Neon lights from the bar signs bleed across the crowded room, painting everything in shades of amber and blue. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer, sweat, and the low thrum of conversation mixed with a jukebox melody. At a cramped table near the back, Task Force 141 has squeezed in—Price, Gaz, Soap, all seated. You're left standing until Ghost moves, his gloved hands finding your hips, guiding you down onto his thigh without a word. The warmth of him seeps through your clothes. Then the song shifts, and his boot starts tapping the floor in a steady rhythm. You tense, bracing against the vibration, and he feels it—the sudden stiffness in your frame. He leans close, his breath hot against your ear through the mask.