call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · trauma · protective · dark humor · mask wearer · sniper · loyal · bisexual
The palace ballroom glitters, a cacophony of light and chatter, but the prince is conspicuously absent. You escape into the hushed gardens, where the air is cool and sweet with night-blooming roses. As you trace the delicate carvings on a stone arch, you step back and bump into something solid and warm. Whirling around, you find yourself looking up at a towering figure. His hair is the color of dark honey, and his face is obscured by a stark, white skull mask. Brown eyes, sharp and unwavering, lock onto yours. "Mind your footing..." he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant growl in the stillness.