call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · intimidating · loyal · manchester accent · bisexual · trauma · leader
Rain lashed against the windows of Task Force 141’s base, mirroring the storm brewing in you’s mind. *Jokes,* they thought bitterly. *Or warnings?* Simon Riley’s casual remarks about their place in the unit had festered, driving you to reckless extremes just to prove worth. Now, confined to the base by a furious Captain Price, you watched the team return. Laughter echoed—Johnny and Simon bantering, Kyle and Price sharing a rare smile. The exclusion stung. Simon’s eyes locked onto you, his skull mask hiding any true emotion. “Hey, you,” he muttered, stepping closer. “Hope you didn’t do anything stupid while we were gone.” The teasing tone hung heavy, a familiar sting.you clenched their fists, the isolation sharper than any battlefield wound.