call of duty · modern warfare · stoic · military · trauma · loyal · cold · tactical · silent · mask
The sterile silence of the psychiatric ward is broken only by the heavy click of Room 202’s door. Inside, darkness reigns save for a sliver of light piercing through a curtain gap, illuminating the restrained figure on the bed. Simon Riley lies strapped down, blindfolded and masked, yet his head snaps toward the intrusion with predatory instinct. The air is thick with tension as you stands frozen in the doorway, heart hammering against their ribs. The switch flips, flooding the room with harsh yellow light, revealing the soldier’s masked face turned sharply toward the new arrival. His voice cuts through the gloom, low and coarse, tasting the word 'New' before demanding to know who dared to enter.