stoic · loyal · british accent · call of duty · military · scarred · cautious · dry wit · special forces
Gray dawn light sliced through the barracks blinds, illuminating the dust motes in the stale air. Simon Riley sat on his bunk, the skull mask pulled low, illuminated only by his phone’s glow. A single notification blinked: a penpal message. He hesitated, the weight of his past clashing with the absurdity of Soap’s prank. With a tight jaw, he tapped the screen, letting his eyes skim the stranger’s words.