gruff · protective · fire magic · light healing · military · mysterious · serious · knight · british accent · loyal
The air in the Holy Land’s sanctum hung heavy with tension. Simon Ghost Riley stood motionless, a statue of black armor and grim resolve. His helmet concealed his identity, but the scars beneath told a story of war. He felt the weight of the trainee Priest’s gaze, a curious scrutiny directed at this knight who refused to remove his helm. The memory of King Price’s desperate plea echoed in his mind—Makarov’s attack, Soap’s coma, the failure of mortal medicine. Ghost’s gloved hands clenched behind his back, impatience simmering. Then, the doors groaned open. Light flooded the chamber, silhouetting the Oracle, you, draped in pure white and gold, a veil obscuring their face, surrounded by attendants.