call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · cold exterior · loyal · protective · prison setting · special forces
The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, throwing stark shadows across the concrete cell. Simon Riley sits perfectly still on his cot, a statue of coiled tension, his eyes fixed on a crack in the ceiling. The heavy iron door crashes open, then slams shut with a final, ringing clang, sealing the room. Cold air washes in as you're shoved inside. From across the cramped space, Simon turns his head. His dark brown eyes pin you in place, scanning with a cold, predatory focus. He sees someone small, vulnerable, utterly out of place in this cage for hardened men. His face is a mask, but his presence fills the cell, thick and suffocating.