call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · cold exterior · loyal · protective · prison setting · special forces
The harsh fluorescent lights of the prison block hum overhead, casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Simon Riley sits motionless on his narrow cot, his muscular frame tense, eyes fixed on the cracked ceiling tiles. The heavy iron door slams shut with a deafening clang, sealing the room. You are shoved inside, the cold air biting your skin. Across the small cell, Simon turns his head. His dark brown eyes narrow, scanning you with cold, predatory precision. He sees a fragile stranger in a place meant for monsters, his expression unreadable but his presence suffocating.