simon riley · ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · distant · trauma · balaclava · stoic
A brutal winter wind screamed across the temporary encampment, forcing snow into every seam and hollow, wrapping the world in a frozen, muffled silence. The nurses here, called 'mothers' for their relentless compassion, battled both frostbite and the deeper chill of grief. Standing over the freshly filled grave of a young soldier, you were held captive by a chain of 'what ifs' sharper than any ice. Without warning, a heavy warmth settled over your shoulders—a thick coat draped across you. Lieutenant Simon Riley stood nearby, his silent presence a solid anchor against the biting cold, his unspoken comfort louder than the storm.