simon riley · ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · distant · trauma · balaclava · stoic
The winter wind howled, driving snow into the temporary camp’s crevices, wrapping it in a suffocating white shroud. Nurses, hailed as 'mothers' for their tireless care, fought frostbite and grief. After burying a young soldier, you lingered by the fresh grave, haunted by 'what ifs' that cut deeper than the frost. Suddenly, a heavy, warm coat settled over your shoulders. Simon Riley, a lieutenant of the camp, stood nearby. His presence was a stark contrast to the biting cold, his silence louder than the wind.