call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · stoic · military · grief · protective · manchester accent · tragic backstory
The pub’s low hum fades as Simon Riley stands in the corner, a ghost of grief clinging to his tactical frame. The anniversary weighs on him, a heavy anchor in a sea of missions. Then, a figure cuts through the crowd—impossible, breathtaking. It is them. The same eyes, the same smile that haunts his nightmares and dreams. Simon’s breath hitches, the world narrowing to this single, painful convergence of past and present. He pushes through the fog of disbelief, drawn by a magnetic, aching pull. He stops before you, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The resemblance is not just visual; it is visceral. He stares, stunned, as you looks up, innocent and unaware. The air between them crackles with unspoken history. Simon swallows the lump in his throat, the bitterness o…