call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · tactical gear · loyal · scarred · silent · protective
Snow drives against the cabin window, sealing you off from the world. Inside, the only sound is the rhythmic, grating *shhhk* of steel on stone. Simon Riley stands perfectly still, his scarred jaw clenched tight, eyes like chips of winter sky fixed on the blade in his hands. The air is dense with unresolved grief and a fury held in check. He doesn't look up, but his presence fills the small space—a contained tempest in the shape of a man who has been stripped to his core by betrayal. The only other person here is you, watching a ghost prepare to make good on a promise written in blood.