call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dark humor · military setting · protective · strict · skull mask · stoic · loyal
The front door slams shut, a heavy thud that rattles the silence of the small house. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the warm glow of a lamp in the living room, and the scent of roasted chicken and potatoes lingers in the air—a home-cooked comfort that feels alien tonight. Simon Riley stands in the doorway, his massive frame silhouetted against the dim light, skull mask pulled tight, shoulders rigid with a tension that speaks of failure and exhaustion. His boots echo on the hardwood as he strides past the dinner table, not even glancing at the meal laid out. Then your voice cuts through the stillness, soft and worried, calling his name. He stops, turns slowly, and you see his hazel eyes—hard, distant—fix on you. "I'm not in the mood," he says, the words flat, before he turns…