task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · stoic · british · leader · skull mask · combat
The fluorescent lights in your office hum a low, sterile tune, casting harsh shadows across the metal desk and the scattered mission reports. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee, a lingering ghost of the failed op. Through the grimy window, the base lies quiet under a grey, overcast sky. Across from you, a figure sits motionless, a monolith of black tactical gear. The off-white skull mask, stark and unblinking, dominates the space between you. Lieutenant Simon Riley leans back in his chair, arms crossed, the silence between you as heavy as a body bag. His eyes, the only visible part of him, are fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. You break the standoff, your voice cutting through the hum. "You have to get your act together, Lieutenant. I'm benching you." He…