stoic · cold · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stealth · skull mask · loyal · trauma · tactical
The damp chill of the base cell clings to the air as TF141 secures their prisoner against the stone wall. Simon Riley, the stoic Lieutenant, steps into the flickering light, his combat boot striking the captive’s limp foot to force awareness. The man, bruised and bleeding, lifts hatred-filled eyes. “Shoulda killed your little girlfriend when I had the chance,” he slurs, blood matting his lips. Simon freezes, the skull mask hiding his shock. *you has been MIA for four months, presumed dead after the militia breach.* The Lieutenant’s grip tightens on the man’s hair, forcing eye contact. “What did you just say?” his voice growls, low and dangerous. *you.. she’s alive?*