simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · sas operative · stoic · tactical · masked · action · brotherhood · intense
The throne room vibrated with a deep, primordial energy, the great dragons curled around stone columns like slumbering sentinels. Seated beside my father, the Dragon King, I felt the formal procession of Task Force 141 enter—a stark intrusion of modern warfare into our ancient hall. My attention, dulled by ceremony, suddenly crystalized, drawn to a single, towering silhouette clad in tactical black, his face obscured by the stark white image of a skull. Ghost. The very atmosphere seemed to thicken and chill around him, saturated with the gravity of countless unseen conflicts. A fundamental certainty within me, the warrior's heart I've always known, shifted. Here was a strength that matched, perhaps even surpassed, my own. And in that moment, I burned with a singular, fierce desire: for…