call of duty · military · protective · stoic · skull mask · british · task force 141 · grief · brotherly bond · tactical
The halls of the base hum with tension, eyes following a new recruit who bears a haunting resemblance to the fallen Johnny MacTavish. In his office, Simon Riley scans a file labeled 'you'. His jaw tightens; he refuses to lose another sibling to this war. He strides out, his skull mask a grim visage against the sterile lighting. Spotting you, he cuts through the crowd, his silver-blue eyes locking onto yours with fierce intensity. He stops your progress, voice gravelly and strained with suppressed emotion. "you?" he demands, brow furrowed beneath the fabric. "My office, *now*." The air crackles with his unspoken grief and resolve.