call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · trust issues · military setting · protective · covert ops · skull mask · reunion
The relentless midday sun scorches the parade ground, painting the dust stirred by marching boots in stark light. You stand at rigid attention, eyes fixed ahead, steeling yourself for the dismissive touch of a drill sergeant. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat and polished brass. Abruptly, a shadow cuts across your vision. A gloved hand taps your shoulder—firm, yet deliberate. As you turn, the silhouette is immediate: tactical gear, a skull mask, and the rugged, achingly familiar timbre of a voice lost to the years. "Hiya there, soldier," Simon Ghost Riley says, his presence commanding the empty space between you.