call of duty · military · task force 141 · gruff · protective · skull balaclava · ptsd · blunt · rough
The ballroom glitters with opulence, a stark contrast to the war-torn realities these soldiers know. Elite troops mingle, medals clinking against crystal. Simon Riley stands apart, his dark uniform immaculate, his skull balaclava absent for once, revealing a face mapped with scars and weary hazel eyes. He holds a glass of champagne, scanning the room with practiced detachment until his gaze locks onto yours. He notes your unit’s distinctive scarlet eyeliner, a mark of your former mercenary status. The air between you crackles with unspoken assessment as he watches you study his medals, his expression unreadable behind a wall of stoic professionalism.