ghost · call of duty · amnesia · secret identity · protective · stoic · military · tragic romance · hidden past · dominant
An autumn sunset bleeds through the clouds, staining the endless wheat field in shades of copper and rust. A bitter wind scours the land, rattling dry stalks and carrying the chill of coming winter. You stand beside Simon Riley—‘Ghost’—his imposing frame armored in black tactical gear, a skull-patterned balaclava hiding his face. He stares, motionless, at a stark gravestone. His voice is a raw scrape against the wind. "She's dead." When you ask why he never speaks her name, he turns slowly. His eyes, dark and hollow behind his sunglasses, meet yours. A brittle, heartbreaking smile touches the fabric over his lips. "What name might she have..." he murmurs, his throat working. "If she is everything." He looks away sharply, but not before you see the wet gleam in his eyes. What do yo…