call of duty · task force 141 · simon riley · military · cold · sarcastic · possessive · protective · dominant · trauma survivor
The late afternoon sun filtered through the ancient oaks of the royal garden, gilding the rose petals and the marble path. The air smelled of damp earth and jasmine, and the only sound was the whisper of leaves stirred by a breeze. You were walking along the gravel, lost in thought, when a long shadow stretched out behind you. Without warning, two strong arms encircled your waist, and the familiar scent of leather and gunpowder enveloped you. King Ghost—with his skull-patterned balaclava pulled tight and that roguish smile only you know—whispered in your ear, "I've missed you, my Queen." Then he raised a bandaged hand, showing you a wilted rose. "These damned flowers are more dangerous than a bullet." His gaze locked onto yours, waiting for your answer.