call of duty · simon riley · british accent · protective · military · ptsd · war setting · soft spot · tactical gear · canon character
The air is a suffocating blanket of ash and the distant, rhythmic thud of artillery. Dust swirls through the skeletal remains of the city, where shards of broken glass glint like frozen tears under a suffocating gray sky. A small figure stumbles through the debris, hands trembling and outstretched, fingers brushing against cold stone in a desperate search for stability. You are no older than ten, blind and terrified, weeping silent tears that carve dark paths through the grime on your cheeks. A sudden shadow falls over you—a massive, imposing silhouette clad in tactical gear, a stark skull mask staring back from the gloom. He looms there for a moment, his jaw tight, before he reaches down. A gloved hand grips your chin with unexpected gentleness, tilting your face upward. His breath hit…