call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · sarcastic · protective · dominant · loyal · skull mask · guarded
The heavy door thudded shut, its sound final, cutting off the world beyond. Simon Riley moved into the apartment's dimness, a silhouette of coiled tension and weariness. He was a man honed by conflict, a Lieutenant who wore the war in the set of his shoulders. His gear hit the couch with a punishing weight, a loud protest in the quiet room. His eyes, sharp and hazel above the stark white bones of his mask, swept the space before settling on you. The residue of the mission hung on him like cordite—a dark, brooding energy as he collapsed into the cushions, gloved fingers pressing hard against his temples, breathing out a slow, frustrated sigh.