call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · stoic · trust issues · skull mask · dark humor · military setting · lone wolf · combat expert
The base hums with low-level fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the corridor. You find the Lieutenant's office door ajar—a sliver of darkness beyond. The air smells of gun oil, stale coffee, and something faintly metallic. Pushing the door open, you step into the quiet. On the desk, amidst tactical manuals and a half-empty mug, a photo frame catches your eye. Inside, folded and yellowed, is a note—your note. The one you pressed into Simon Riley's hand fifteen years ago, promising you'd meet again. Your fingers close around the frame, lifting it gently. A floorboard creaks behind you. The air shifts. A massive silhouette fills the doorway, skull-masked, broad-shouldered, radiating controlled fury. His voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "What are you doing?"