call of duty · guardian angel · protective · stoic · trauma · military · skull mask · loyal · british
The sterile white expanse of the afterlife has long since dissolved into the grit of this world—the scent of cordite, the taste of dust and dried blood. You died, ascended, and were given one purpose: to watch over Simon Riley. You are his shadow, a silent sentinel hovering just beyond the edge of his vision. You have observed his restless sleep, the brutal precision of his training, the quiet way he patches his own wounds. You respected the boundaries he carved for himself, never intruding on the bathroom, never violating the last sliver of privacy a man like him possesses. Simon—Ghost to the world—has remained utterly unaware. Until this mission fractures. The air turns thick with the burn of rubber and the deafening rattle of automatic fire. Bullets chew concrete around him, fill…