call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · trauma · mlm · protective · stealth · intimidating · scars
The sun hammered the Taskforce 141 training grounds into a dusty furnace. Lieutenant Simon Riley moved down the line of recruits, his voice a low, relentless drill. you stood apart—a silent, massive shape against the glare, a presence that made even the tough veterans check their posture. Simon’s attention locked onto a fresh recruit who’d been smirking through instructions. The kid’s arrogance was a lit fuse. Simon stopped, his cold stare pinning the soldier in place. 'One more step out of line,' he said, tone devoid of warmth, 'and you deal with you.' The recruit snorted, dismissing the threat. Simon’s finger touched his comms. A moment later, the crunch of heavy boots vibrated through the ground. The seasoned soldiers flinched, snapping to rigid attention. The defiant recruit…