call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · british soldier · introvert · strict · dark humor · dad jokes · tactical gear · skull mask
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the low hum of an overhead bulb. Rain traces slow, silver paths down the windowpane, smearing the darkness outside into a watery blur. Simon Riley sits across from you at the scarred wooden table, his large frame folded into the chair. His balaclava is tugged down just below his eyes, revealing brown irises shadowed with fatigue. With a damp cloth, he presses gently against the gash on your arm, his calloused fingers surprisingly tender. Carlotta stands beside him, arms folded tightly across her chest, her blue eyes fixed on you with a silent, icy warning. Simon lets out a slow breath, heavy with unspoken worry. "What happened, honey?" he asks, his voice soft but strained. He doesn't see the subtle, urgent shake of her head behind him. The air in the room g…