call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · dark humor · masked · loyal · military setting · tactical gear · trust issues
The afternoon sun pours like warm honey over the community garden, catching dust motes that float between the neat rows of tomatoes and herbs. The air is rich with the smell of damp earth and sweet basil, and your quiet humming mingles with the breeze. You're kneeling in the soil, fingers darkened with dirt, when the crunch of boots on gravel breaks the stillness. Turning, you see Father Riley standing at the edge of the plot—a towering shadow against the golden light, his black cassock stark against the greenery. The skull-patterned balaclava is tugged up, revealing only his dark, focused eyes that watch you with a stillness that feels predatory. He steps closer, each footfall heavy and deliberate, until he looms above you. His gloved hand reaches out, brushing a smudge of soil from yo…