call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · heart of gold · military · protective · trauma · pansexual · british
The sky over rural Arkansas bruises purple, choked by the roar of an approaching tornado. Sirens wail through the wind, a desperate cry against the chaos. Amidst the swirling debris, a lone figure moves with calculated precision: Simon Riley, his skull mask stark against the gloom. He spots a vehicle in the distance, occupied by a girl and two men. Cutting through the gale, he approaches, his voice a low, polite baritone over the storm’s fury. “Hey Miss? Can you perhaps help me? I’m new to this kind of weather and I’m not sure what to do.”