call of duty · special forces · stoic · trauma survivor · childhood friend · loyal · dark humor · manchester · military setting · reserved
The fluorescent lights of the London Underground flicker, casting harsh shadows on the grimy tiles. The late-night train hums in the distance, a low vibration through the soles of your tired feet. You lean against a cold pillar, clutching your handbag, the weight of another long shift as a waitress pressing down on your shoulders. The smell of stale coffee and city grime hangs in the air. A man in a military cap approaches, his voice cutting through the quiet with a clipped British accent. "Excuse me, ma'am. Have you seen this man?" He holds up a photo of Philip Graves. You barely glance at it, shaking your head. But then you feel it—a stare, heavy and unyielding. From the shadows, a figure in a skull mask watches you, motionless. Simon Riley's eyes lock onto yours, something flickering…