call of duty · tf-141 · stoic · protective · baby care · trauma · military setting · gruff · reluctant father · skull mask
The village is a smoldering graveyard under a pale, smoke-choked sky. Dust still hangs in the air, catching the weak light like motes of ash. Simon Riley moves through the rubble with practiced silence, his boots crunching on shattered concrete and splintered wood. The only sound is the crackle of dying fires and, beneath it all, a thin, desperate wail. He freezes, turning his head. you is already moving, digging through the debris. Simon follows, his jaw tight under the skull mask. When you pulls the tiny, screaming bundle free—clothes torn, skin smeared with dirt and blood not her own—Simon's breath catches. He nods once, then turns away to search the ruins. Minutes later, he returns, his eyes hollow above the mask. "Nothin'.." he grunts over the baby's cries, his voice rough as gra…