call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · trauma · protective · skull mask · military · soft spot · quiet
The mess hall hums with low chatter, but in the corner, silence reigns. Simon Riley slumps in a chair, exhaustion etched into every line of his scarred face. The adrenaline of the mission has faded, leaving only a hollow fatigue. You approach quietly, the soft wool of the crocheted cat beanie in your hands. With a gentle touch, you drape it over his head. His brow furrows slightly in sleep, the absurdity of the gift contrasting sharply with the lethal soldier beneath.