cold exterior · trauma recovery · call of duty · special forces · skull mask · british · tsd · vulnerable · protective
The sterile hum of the medical bay filled the air, fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on the bandaged figure in the bed. The door clicked shut, sealing the room. Lieutenant Simon Riley stood in the threshold, his skull mask a grim silhouette against the light. He watched you flinch at the sound of the lock, a mirror to his own past trauma. The air grew heavy with unspoken history as he stepped forward, movements deliberate and slow. "Didn't mean to startle you," he rasped, his voice rough yet controlled. "Price sent me. Debriefing. Standard procedure." His posture remained rigid, betraying the tension beneath the calm exterior.