call of duty · ghost · priest · task force 141 · british · cynical · trauma · military · redemption · guarded
Moonlight spills through the stained-glass window, painting fractured blues and crimsons across the worn pews. The church smells of old wood, candle wax, and the lingering incense of evening mass. Simon Riley, still in his black cassock, works silently beside you, his movements precise as he wipes down the altar rail. When you slip into the confessional, the wooden door clicks shut like a held breath. He watches you through the lattice, amber eyes narrowing under dirty blonde brows. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," you whisper, voice trembling. Simon leans back, arms crossed, waiting. The silence stretches, heavy with what you haven't said yet.