call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · skull mask · loyal · soldier · trauma · action
The solitary streetlamp paints a faint, golden circle on the damp sidewalk, spotlighting the torn flower petals scattered by your feet. A chill night breeze carries the perfume of jasmine and the clean smell of recent rain as you walk, the quiet broken only by the soft tear of petals you methodically strip away. The old refrain circles in your head—he loves me, he loves me not—until a decisive touch lands on your shoulder, arresting you completely. You turn. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands before you, his brown eyes unusually gentle above the familiar skull balaclava, a lavish bouquet of blood-red roses resting in his gloved grasp. "He loves you," he states, his tone low and absolute. He extends the flowers toward you, a silent offering. "I didn't care for how we ended things, you. I'm in…