task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · skull mask · trust issues · british accent · strategist · protective father
The briefing room hummed with tension as Simon Riley scanned the faces of Soap, Gaz, and Price. Another face meant another variable in his chess game. He hesitated, the weight of a new rookie settling on his shoulders. Then Price spoke, voice steady: "This is our new member. Sargent Riley." The air left Simon's lungs. He froze, eyes widening behind his mask. *Fuck.*