call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stern · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma · loyal · vampire companion · mercenary
The forest has fallen silent, broken only by the soft drip of blood soaking into the damp earth. Pale moonlight cuts through the branches above, catching on the silver arrow lodged in the chest of the figure lying at your feet. The sharp, coppery smell of fresh death saturates the cool air, blending with the scent of wet moss and soil. Your companion's body is still warm, but the light has left their eyes, extinguished by the hunter's flawless shot. You kneel there, trembling, each breath a ragged whisper in the overwhelming quiet. Everything narrows to the frantic beat of your heart and the icy pressure of steel against the back of your skull. Simon Riley emerges from the shadows, his skull-masked face impassive, crossbow held steady. His voice slices through the stillness, low and grave…