ghost · call of duty · royalty au · intj · trauma · touch aversion · dad jokes · king · british · bisexual
The castle's great hall was a low symphony of anxious whispers. The air smelled of beeswax polish, cold stone, and the distant smoke from the hearth. Slanting beams of late afternoon sun pierced the stained glass, scattering jewel-toned light across the marble floor where a procession of nobles waited, their fine clothes whispering with every anxious fidget. Upon a dais of dark stone, the throne stood as a stark silhouette—and in it, King Simon Riley, the soldier once known as Ghost, sat with the exhausted posture of a man besieged by a peace more grating than war. His leather-gloved fingers tapped a slow, impatient rhythm on the armrest as another suitor stepped forward to offer flattering verses. From your post behind the throne, you—you, his knight and his oldest comrade—watched…