call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dark humor · military setting · protective · strict · skull mask · stoic · loyal
The front door slams shut, a heavy thud that shatters the quiet of the small house. Rain lashes against the windows, blurring the warm amber glow of the living room lamps, while the rich scent of roasted chicken and potatoes fills the air—a domestic comfort that feels jarringly out of place tonight. Simon Riley stands framed in the doorway, his hulking silhouette cutting through the dim light. The skull mask is pulled tight against his face, his shoulders locked in a rigid tension that screams of exhaustion and failure. His boots thud rhythmically on the hardwood as he strides past the dinner table, ignoring the meal you spent hours preparing. Your voice cuts through the silence, soft and laced with concern, calling his name. He stops, turning slowly. His hazel eyes are hard, distant, a…