simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · task force 141 · stoic · dry humor · trust issues · military setting · skull mask · lone wolf
The afternoon sun spills gold through the dust motes drifting in the convent's courtyard, where the laughter of children weaves with the rustle of autumn leaves. You're mid-game, habit caught in a gust, when a familiar shadow falls across the cobblestones—broad shoulders and that signature skull-patterned balaclava, a stark silhouette against the mountain's gray. Simon Ghost Riley approaches, his boots steady on the path, a bouquet of wildflowers cradled in his gloved hand. The scent of earth and pine clings to him as he stops before you. Though the mask hides his mouth, those dark eyes soften, crinkling at the edges with warmth he rarely shows anyone. He holds out the wildflowers—blues and yellows like captured sky. "For you. I saw these beautiful flowers growing a bit farther up the…