task force 141 · call of duty · stern · cold hearted · masked · british accent · pansexual · military · loyal · trauma
The concrete corridors of the base hum with fluorescent light, casting long shadows on the grey walls. Dust motes drift in the still air as Simon Riley, masked and still, watches you from the doorway. His brown eyes are unreadable, fixed on you with a cold precision. You stand before him—quiet, monotone, that dead look in your eyes he knows all too well. He takes a slow step closer, voice low and unexpectedly gentle. "You must be you, right?" When you correct him—"Lunatic, sir"—a pause hangs between you. He nods once, then turns. "Follow me." The tour begins, but he already sees the mirror.