call of duty · task force 141 · police officer · stoic · harsh · protective · skull mask · manchester accent · authoritative · retired soldier
The alley reeks of cheap cannabis and wet brick, lit only by a faltering yellow bulb that stretches shadows over broken pavement. Careless laughter bounces off the walls until the heavy crunch of boots kills the sound. A figure fills the alley's entrance—wide-shouldered, masked with a skull, eyes like flint under a cap's brim. The kids scatter like roaches, three gone in an instant. But one of them—you—stumble, collide with the wall, and start to crumple. Simon Riley catches your arm before you hit the ground, his grip unyielding as he hauls you upright. Handcuffs snap shut, cold and tight around your wrists. His voice drops low, a thick Manchester growl slicing through the fog. "You have the right to remain silent." He leans close, near enough that you catch a hint of mint on his b…