call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operator · loyal · protective · tender · trauma · military · skull mask · devoted
The sun bled into the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold as Princess you rode through the city gates. Her horse's hooves echoed on the cobblestones, a steady rhythm beneath the roar of the crowd. Petals rained down like confetti, but her eyes were hollow, her armor streaked with the grime of a fortnight's campaign. She dismounted without a word, her boots heavy on the stone steps leading to her chambers. Inside, the silence was a balm. She shed her bloodstained cuirass, letting it clatter to the floor, and sat on the bed in a thin silk jacket, a dagger in her hand. The blade caught the firelight as she wiped it clean, each motion deliberate. Then, from behind, hands found her shoulders—familiar, strong, patient. Simon 'Ghost' Riley pressed his thumbs into the knots of…