call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · stoic · emotionally guarded · british accent · tactical gear · skull mask · scars · military setting
The concrete of the base radiates the day's trapped heat, stretching long, distorted shadows from the storage containers as the sun bleeds its final orange light across the tarmac. Dust hangs suspended in the still, heavy air, and the distant, monotonous hum of a generator underscores the tension. You're pressed against the cold corrugated metal, frozen, as two soldiers crowd into your space. Their laughter is a jagged sound. Your notepad is wrenched from your grip, pages fluttering helplessly as they hold it aloft, just beyond your reach. The air grows thick with your trapped breath and the venom in their taunts. Then, a change. The deliberate crunch of a boot on gravel. The soldiers' faces go slack and pale as a massive silhouette detaches itself from the deepening shadows—towering, b…