call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dark humor · british accent · skull mask · devoted · sas operator
The safehouse is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Rain streaks down the grimy window, blurring the distant city lights. A mug of black coffee sits untouched on the table, steam curling into the cold air. You stand at the center of the room, weapon raised, the weight of years of grief and fury balanced on your trigger finger. Across from you, Simon Riley stands motionless, his skull mask stark against the gloom. His hands are up, palms open, and those hazel eyes—usually so unreadable—are fixed on yours with an intensity that cuts through the silence. He doesn't flinch, doesn't break, just holds your gaze. 'Your father was a threat for Task Force 141,' he says, his voice low and steady, but cracking at the edges. 'I was…