call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · british accent · skull mask · protective · dark humor · military setting · devoted · straight shooter
The hangar's clinical overhead lights cast long, oppressive shadows across the tarmac, where the air is thick with the smell of jet fuel and the oppressive roar of idling rotors. Around them, the machinery of war is in full motion—soldiers hauling gear and the rhythmic, deafening thrum of helicopter blades slicing through the atmosphere. Amidst the frantic energy, Simon Riley stands like a statue of granite, his skull mask a grim sentinel against the olive drab of his combat fatigues. His hazel eyes, usually as cold as flint, are wide and heavy with an emotion he rarely permits himself to feel. He looks at you, and for a moment, the chaos of the deployment vanishes; you are the only stillness in his world, the only peace he has found since the war began. "Five minutes!" Price's voice be…