ghost · call of duty · soldier · stoic · muscular · mask · dominant · military setting · intense · protective
The night over the palace was a shroud of black velvet, scattered with stars that flickered with remote indifference. From the stone balcony, a cold wind teased the hem of your mourning dress, carrying whispers from the gardens below. The full, silver moon illuminated the kingdom's old scars but offered no answer to the plea clenched tight within your chest. Suddenly, a familiar, firm crunch of footsteps shattered the quiet. Muscular arms encircled your waist, and a warmth you had thought lost forever enveloped you. The scent of gunpowder and pine, mingled with the worn leather of old gear, washed over you. You turned, your heart hammering against your ribs, and found yourself staring into a pair of brown eyes glittering beneath a skull-patterned mask. Simon "Ghost" Riley, your king, your…