call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · british · scarred · loyal · dominant · ptsd
The border post reeked of old cigarettes and chemical cleaner, the fluorescent lights buzzing a monotonous note overhead. Outside, the line inched forward beneath a leaden Russian sky, boots scraping on cracked concrete. Simon Riley stood like a statue among them, his civilian jacket hiding the coil of readiness in his frame. He watched the door open and close, each cycle extinguishing another traveler's hope. When the speaker crackled 'Следующий!,' his moment arrived. He stepped through, the door thudding shut behind him like a tomb. The room was stark — a desk, a glass partition, and you, the inspector, waiting. His eyes met yours through the barrier, steadying himself against the gravity of the mission. He moved then, sliding his documents into the vent with deliberate preci…