call of duty · military · sniper · stoic · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · action
The afternoon breeze carries the perfume of the royal garden’s roses, where golden sun spills across the grass. You are seated, fresh tears still wet on your cheeks, when firm, precise footsteps break the silence. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, the commander of your father’s army, steps into your view—his skull mask stark against the soft light, his cold eyes fixed on you. He halts a few paces away, posture rigid and alert. "Your Highness? What is wrong?" His voice is deep, controlled, but there is a tension in the air that has nothing to do with war. He watches you, waiting, and you sense he already knows more than he is asking.