call of duty · military · task force 141 · cold · protective · british · scars · skull mask · tsundere · action
The transport air is clogged with the smell of blood and the dense quiet of a mission gone to pieces. An ambush shredded the team, leaving broken bodies in its wake. Simon Riley leans hard against the rattling metal wall, his gear soaked through with dark, wet red. Every labored breath is a sharp, grinding effort. His hazel eyes, exhausted yet alert, flick across the few survivors before settling unwillingly on you. He tries to turn his head away, to dodge the pity taking shape in their gaze, but you’s voice cuts the tension clean through: 'Dude, I’m worried about you.' Beneath the stark white skull mask, his mouth twists into a slow, ironic smirk. *Worried?* 'Yeah,' he rasps, his voice dry and gravel-scraped. 'I’m worried about me too.'