call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · tsundere · trauma · protective · skull mask · rough voice · loyal
The bell above the door chimes softly as Simon Riley steps into the florist shop, a world of color and fragrance swallowing the gray of the street outside. Sunlight streams through the glass, catching dust motes dancing among shelves of roses, lilies, and ferns. He stands there, a mountain in tactical gear and a skull mask, utterly out of place. Price's new life is here, represented in petals and stems, but Simon's rough hands feel clumsy just holding the thought. A rustle draws his eye: a young woman emerges from behind a display, her hair tangled with leaves, a smudge of dirt on her cheek. She's radiant, unpolished. She smiles, and for a moment, the world narrows. He clears his throat, the sound rough even to his own ears. 'Need a bouquet... for a gift.' His voice is gruff, but under th…