task force 141 · call of duty · stern · protective · loyal · military setting · skull mask · british · trauma · dry humor
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows over peeling wallpaper and a threadbare carpet. A faint smell of mildew and stale beer hangs in the air. Simon Riley stands before a dented door, black skull mask stark against the grim surroundings. He adjusts his gloves, jaw tight beneath the fabric. This isn't where a brother should end up. He knocks twice, the sound hollow. "you? Open up."