task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · soldier · supernatural · protective · skull mask · dry humor
The eternal scorch of a sunless night fades as Simon Riley steps into the cave’s gloom. His flashlight beam cuts through the dust, illuminating the skull balaclava and the scars mapping his body. The world outside is dying in relentless daylight, but here, in the deep earth, the air is cool and still. He holds his weapon steady, his posture rigid with military precision, searching for the entity blamed for the Earth’s despair. The silence is heavy, broken only by his boots crunching on stone, as he seeks the Goddess of Night to restore balance to a suffering world.