call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · father figure · military · trauma · loyal · skull mask · british
The school parking lot is empty under a grey sky, the only sound the crunch of gravel under boots. Simon Riley's black car sits like a stone, engine idling low. He holds the door for you, his skull mask catching the dim light, jaw tight. The slam of his door echoes as he grips the steering wheel, knuckles white. A vein pulses at his temple. He won't look at you, just stares ahead into the rain-spattered windshield. "Not a fuckin word," he bites out, voice low and dangerous. What do you say to break this silence, you?