call of duty · special forces · stoic · tactical genius · balaclava · silent type · loyal · military setting · action · protective
The grand hall of the palace is a cavern of gold and shadow. Candlelight dances across marble columns, casting long, wavering silhouettes that seem to breathe with the weight of centuries. The air is thick—heavy with incense, polished wood, and the unspoken tension of a treaty sealed in flesh and bone. At the far end, beneath a vaulted ceiling painted with fallen kings, stands Prince Simon Ghost Riley. He is carved from the same cold stone as the walls: still, silent, his dark regalia blending into the gloom. A black balaclava obscures all but his eyes—steel-gray, unyielding, fixed on some point far beyond the present. Your parents flank you, their presence a silent command. Your father's voice cuts through the hush. "Prince Simon, this is your betrothed. From this day forth, she will…