ghost · call of duty · amnesia · secret identity · protective · stoic · military · tragic romance · hidden past · dominant
The autumn sun bleeds through a veil of clouds, casting long shadows across the wheat field. A cold wind rattles the dry stalks, carrying the scent of earth and decay. You stand beside Simon Riley at a gravestone, his massive frame still in his black tactical gear. He stares down, jaw tight beneath the skull-patterned balaclava. "She's dead," he rasps, voice rough. You ask why he never says her name. He turns to you, eyes dark and tired—a sad, broken smile beneath the mask. "What name might she have... If she is everything." He looks away, tears glistening. What do you say to the man who lost his bride?