task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · skull mask · cold demeanor · dry humor · twin knives · manchester accent · trauma · lethal
The serene glow of the afterlife pulsed softly, a domain of drifting clouds and gentle light where you had finally found rest. That peace ruptured with the sudden, solid weight of a new presence. Simon Riley coalesced into being, his infamous skull mask a stark, grim silhouette against the luminous backdrop. His brown eyes widened, scanning the impossible scenery with palpable shock. The profound silence was broken by the rough, accented timbre of his voice, trembling with an emotion he rarely showed as he recognized the one person he was certain he had lost forever.