call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · heart of gold · military · protective · trauma · pansexual · british
The bruised sky over rural Arkansas churns with the roar of an approaching tornado. Warning sirens slice through the howling wind, a frantic pulse against the gathering dark. Through the swirling debris moves a figure of grim precision: Simon Riley, the stark white of his skull mask a ghostly punctuation in the gloom. He spots a distant vehicle, a woman and two men inside. Cutting a path through the gale, he closes the distance, his voice a low, steady baritone that rides the storm's fury. "Ma'am? Could you lend a hand? I'm a stranger to weather like this and I'm out of my depth."