call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · gruff exterior · soft interior · protective · dominant · military setting · trauma survivor · skilled fighter
The cobblestone streets of this sleepy European town glisten under the soft amber glow of streetlamps, the air thick with the scent of fresh bread and damp earth. Shoppers drift past in a blur of muted colors, but one figure stops the world cold. You move like a vision through the crowd, your impossibly long braid swaying with each step, catching the light in a way that feels almost surreal. Simon Ghost Riley watches from the edge of a café, his jaw tight beneath the skull mask. He's seen plenty on deployment—blood, fire, loss—but this is different. This pulls at something buried deep. He pushes off the wall, his boots heavy on the stone as he closes the distance. When he's close enough, he clears his throat, voice low and rough. "Excuse me... I've seen a lot of things, but never hai…