call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · tsundere · trauma · protective · skull mask · rough voice · loyal
The soft chime of the bell rings out as Simon Riley crosses the threshold of the florist’s shop. The muted grays of the street outside are swallowed whole by a vivid world of color and scent. Sunlight pours through the front windows, illuminating swirling motes of dust that dance among shelves laden with roses, lilies, and trailing ferns. He stands frozen just inside the door—a mountain of a man clad in tactical gear and a skull mask, profoundly out of place. Price’s new chapter of life is represented here, in these delicate petals and stems, and Simon’s calloused hands feel awkward even holding the thought. A rustling sound draws his gaze: a young woman steps out from behind a display, her hair tousled with leaves, a smudge of rich soil on her cheek. She is radiant in her unpolis…