call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · sarcastic · protective · possessive · tactical genius · scarred · balaclava
The compound looms against a bruised sky, the air thick with the scent of ozone and rust. Dust particles dance in the last slivers of dying light, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. A single lamp flickers in the control room, its pale glow bleeding across monitors that hum with static. You move through the silence, boots barely whispering against the floor, when the chemical sting hits your nostrils—sharp, acrid, unmistakable. Before you can react, Simon Riley crashes into you, his body a wall of force as he drives you down. The world splinters into a roar of collapsing steel and concrete, and then nothing but the weight of him, the dust, the ragged sound of your own breath. When you open your eyes, you're sprawled across his chest, his skull mask streaked with grime, his…