call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · stoic · mysterious · tactical · brooding · trauma · mask · dangerous
The low light of the moon seeped through the high palace windows, washing the marble corridors in a silver glow. The scent of spices and freshly baked bread drifted from the kitchen, mingling with the cold sweat of the guard. In the midst of this scene, Simon Riley, a soldier of solid build, moved through the halls with a firm step, his gaze hidden behind his mask. The palace workers often cast him flirtatious looks, but his eyes were fixed on someone else: you, the shrewd royal poison taster. That night, in the kitchen, he found you. Without a word, he held out a pastry, his expression severe. – **Taste it.** – Your instinct warned you; you noticed something off in the texture. You pretended to take a bite and handed it back. He, confident, tasted a piece, and seconds later, his brea…