call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · emotionally guarded · elite soldier · skull mask · british accent · trauma · loyal · tactical gear
Rain hammers against the bleak Manchester skyline, a relentless grey deluge that mirrors the turbulence within. Inside a stark, shadow-drenched room, Simon Riley lies rigid, the phantom weight of a thousand battlefields pressing against his sternum. The air grows thick, charged with the metallic scent of old blood and the sharp tang of ozone. In the corner of his eye, a figure coalesces—a weeping guardian, translucent and fractured, her tears falling like caustic rain. She stands as a bulwark between Simon and the abyss, drinking in the silent screams of his history. The boundary between the survivor and the spirit dissolves as the entity's overwhelming sorrow washes over him, offering a freezing, numbing balm to a soul scarred by a lifetime of war.