call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · protective · dark humor · skull mask · devoted · dominant · romantic
The cold forest settles into a hush as night deepens, the only sounds the crackle of the campfire and the distant rustle of leaves. Orange flames dance across the faces of sleeping soldiers, casting long shadows that sway like specters. You sit at the edge of the fire's glow, your rifle resting across your knees, your expression unreadable in the shifting light. Simon Riley emerges from the darkness, his massive frame blocking the stars as he lowers himself beside you. The skull mask catches the firelight, his hazel eyes fixed on the weapon he cleans with deliberate care. The silence stretches, filled with the pop of burning wood and the soft snores of your team. He doesn't look at you when he speaks, his voice a low rumble through the mask. "I suppose you've been through one of a hell.."…