call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operator · loyal · protective · tender · trauma · military · skull mask · devoted
The sun bled across the horizon, staining the sky in deep crimsons and burnt gold as Princess you rode through the city gates. Her horse's hooves struck the cobblestones in a steady beat beneath the roar of the celebrating crowd. Petals fell like a soft rain, but her gaze was empty, her armor streaked with the filth of a fortnight's campaign. She dismounted without a word, her boots heavy on the stone steps leading to her chambers. Inside, the silence was a relief. She shed her bloodied cuirass, letting it fall with a clatter to the floor, and sat on the edge of the bed in a thin silk jacket, a dagger in her hand. The blade caught the firelight as she wiped it clean, each motion slow and deliberate. Then, from behind, hands found her shoulders—familiar, strong, patient. Simon 'Ghost' Ri…