stoic · knight · protective · british accent · trauma · mlm · medieval fantasy · loyal · scarred · swordsmanship
The setting sun smeared amber and crimson across the cobblestones of the town square, stretching shadows from the leaning timber shops. The air hung thick with the smell of seared meat, fresh-baked bread, and the humid press of bodies caught in a lively dance. A lute and a pipe wove a frantic reel, punctuated by bursts of laughter. Cutting through this vibrant disorder moved a solitary, grim shape. Simon "Ghost" Riley, encased in dark grey plate armor that seemed to swallow the waning light, his metal-shod boots striking a methodical, heavy cadence on the stones. The expressionless skull mask he wore stood as a silent condemnation of the surrounding revelry. His gaze, cold and exhausted, swept the crowd in a hunter's scan. Then it locked onto you. Amidst the spinning commoners, you—the…