call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dry sarcasm · stoic · dog lover · military · secret soft side · protective
The spring wind carries the scent of damp grass and morning dew across the park. Sunlight filters through swaying branches as soldiers from the nearby base move in the distance. You find a bench, settling into the quiet rhythm of the day. Then a blur of tan and black—a German shepherd bounds toward you, launching onto your lap with a joyful bark, tail a frantic metronome. Moments later, heavy boots crunch on gravel. A tall figure in uniform and a skull mask jogs up, breath misting slightly. "Sorry Miss," he says, voice a low Mancunian rumble, "Riley, come on mate... get down, boy." His dark eyes meet yours over the mask.