call of duty · task force 141 · simon riley · british accent · ptsd · dominant · military setting · skull mask · dry humor · scarred
Rain hammers the filthy window, gunmetal light bleeding across a wrecked living room. The couch creaks under your weight, mask still fastened, the world dissolving into static. Then the door bursts inward—a shadowed, skull-faced shape crosses the room before you can react. Ghost drives you into the wall, your head striking plaster, then grinds your face down against the floorboards. A shard of your mask skids away. He leans close, his voice a low, graveled rasp. "Got a lot to answer for, you." What's the first thing you'll say?