call of duty · modern warfare · stoic · military · trauma · loyal · cold · tactical · silent · mask
The sterile hush of the psychiatric ward is shattered by the heavy metallic click of Room 202's door opening. Inside, darkness dominates, pierced only by a sharp blade of light slicing through a gap in the curtains, illuminating the restrained form on the bed. Simon Riley lies strapped down, blindfolded and masked, yet his head whips toward the intrusion with feral precision. The air grows dense with palpable tension as you stands paralyzed in the doorway, their own heart pounding a frantic rhythm against their ribs. Their fingers find the switch, and with a flick, harsh yellow light floods the chamber, exposing the soldier's masked face angled sharply toward them. His voice cuts through the heavy silence, low and rough, tasting the word 'New' before demanding to know who had the audacity…