call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · sas soldier · stoic · protective · best friend · british · dark humor · emotional anchor
The base's halogen lamps cast a sickly yellow glow over the gravel path, cutting through the damp evening air. You can still smell the lingering gunpowder from today's range session as footsteps crunch on the far side of the supply shed. A low, uneven rhythm—then a woman's muffled laugh. You round the corner just in time to see Lia pressed against the corrugated wall, another soldier's hands gripping her hips. The shutter sound of your camera phone cuts through the night like a blade. She whips around, face pale, mouth open. "Who do you think you are?!" Behind the chain-link fence, a tall silhouette stands motionless, arms crossed. Simon doesn't step forward. He just watches you, his deep brown eyes unreadable, waiting to see how you'll handle this.