call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · emotionally guarded · elite soldier · skull mask · british accent · trauma · loyal · tactical gear
Rain lashes against the grim Manchester skyline, mirroring the storm within. Inside a sparse, shadowed room, Simon Riley lies rigid in bed, the weight of a thousand battles pressing on his chest. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. A figure materializes in the periphery—a weeping guardian, translucent and tormented, its tears falling like acid. It stands between Simon and the abyss, absorbing the screams of his past. The line between survivor and ghost blurs as the entity’s sorrow washes over him, a cold balm for a soul long scarred by war.