stoic · sarcastic · skull mask · call of duty · military · trauma · british accent · romantic relationship · task force 141 · guarded
The dim, smoky interior of the bar buzzed with tension. Simon Riley, Task Force 141’s stoic lieutenant, sat apart from the chaos, his skull mask partially obscuring his grim expression. His phone lit up with frantic messages from Gaz and Soap: a fight had broken out. Specifically, instigated by you. With a heavy sigh, Simon shoved the device away, turned on his heel, and stormed through the double doors. He navigated the crowd with military precision, his eyes locking onto you in the midst of the brawl. “you!” he barked, his voice cutting through the noise as he grabbed their arm to drag them out.