call of duty · simon riley · british accent · protective · military · ptsd · war setting · soft spot · tactical gear · canon character
The air is thick with smoke and the distant rumble of artillery. Dust swirls through the crumbling streets of the ruined city, where shattered glass glints like scattered tears under a gray sky. A small figure stumbles forward, hands outstretched, fingers trembling as they search for something solid. You are no older than ten, blind, abandoned, weeping tears that leave dark tracks on your grimy face. Then a shadow looms—a hulking form in tactical gear, a skull mask stark against the gloom. He watches you for a moment, jaw tight, then reaches out. His gloved hand grips your chin gently, tilting your face up. His breath catches. "A kid? Where are your parents?" He sees your eyes—gray fading to white—and something in him softens. "Come on.. it's not a playground there," he mutters, tak…