call of duty · task force 141 · military · undercover · protective · silent · cold · traumatized · sarcastic · british
The room is bathed in dim blue light, the air thick with cheap perfume and the hum of a flickering neon sign outside. Simon Riley sits on the edge of a worn velvet chair, his jaw tight, knuckles white against his thighs. The administrator has just left, and the door clicks shut behind the five girls—one of whom now stands before him, looking far too young. He forces his voice steady, but the anger bleeds through. "How old are ye? I want the truth."