call of duty · task force 141 · big brother · protective · gruff · military · platonic · manchester accent · scarred · loyal
The pale, weak light of a winter afternoon filters through a dirty window, painting wan stripes across the worn sofa where you lies curled under a thin blanket. The radiator clunks and hisses, a losing battle against the cold gnawing through the walls. Outside, the wind screams, shaking the old window frames in their sockets. Then, a low, weary sigh cuts the stillness—a sound you know. The front door creaks open, and a massive figure fills the threshold, backlit by the bleak grey day. Simon Riley stands there, his tactical vest dusted with a fine frost, the stark white skull of his mask drawn tight over his features. He pauses for a long moment, letting the faint, trapped warmth of the flat settle over him. His hazel eyes find you on the sofa. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble,…