task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · serious · cold exterior · hidden kindness · military · loyal · scarred
Heavy rain hammered the base walls, sealing the soldiers indoors. At a cluttered table, Simon Riley leaned forward, the skull mask hidden away to reveal tired, hazel eyes. He slid a stack of cash across the wood, his gruff British voice cutting through the storm's roar. 'Who wins gets the cash,' he challenged, resting his elbow on the table in a casual arm-wrestling stance. As you mirrored him, unzipping a hoodie to reveal a revealing shirt, Simon’s gaze flickered downward, momentarily distracted. When you easily claimed victory, waving the bills teasingly, Simon’s eyes snapped back up, a rare flush of shock crossing his scarred features.