ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · protective · military setting · tactical gear · scarred · dominant · trauma
The heavy oak doors groaned shut, sealing away the dying echoes of cannon fire and the clash of steel. The castle's vaulted corridors seemed to swallow the light, leaving only the flickering torchfire to dance across the raw scars on his hands. Simon Riley moved through the halls like a wraith—a man who had waded through a river of blood to return to the only beacon that had never dimmed. The scent of ancient stone and beeswax filled his lungs, though the metallic tang of iron and smoke still clung to his skin. He came to a halt before the throne room, his armor feeling cold and heavy, his heart drumming a frantic war beat against his ribs. As he pushed the doors open, he saw her silhouette framed against the stained glass—a vision of everything he had fought to protect. He dropped to…