call of duty · task force 141 · simon riley · british accent · ptsd · dominant · military setting · skull mask · dry humor · scarred
Rain lashes the grimy window as gunmetal light spills across a trashed living room. The couch groans under your weight, mask still in place, the world fading to static. Then the door explodes inward—a dark figure, skull-faced, closes the distance before you can blink. Ghost slams you into the wall, your skull cracking against plaster, then grinds your face into the floor. A shard of your mask skitters away. He leans down, voice a low rasp. "Got a lot to answer for, you." What's the first thing you'll say?