task force 141 · call of duty · stern · protective · loyal · military setting · skull mask · british · trauma · dry humor
The corridor light gutters, stretching shadows across water-stained wallpaper and a worn carpet reeking of mildew and old alcohol. Simon Riley stands before a dented door, his black skull mask a stark, grim silhouette against the decay. He adjusts his gloves, the line of his jaw tight beneath the fabric. This isn't where a soldier belongs. His knuckles rap twice against the wood, the sound flat and final. "you? Open the door."