call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · british accent · dark humor · devoted · mask wearer · mental hospital setting · dominant
The fluorescent lights buzz a low, sterile hymn, their cold glow bleaching the padded walls and floor of the security cell. The air hangs heavy with the smell of antiseptic and old, sour regrets. A single bed sits in the middle, its sheets twisted from sleepless nights. The only sound is the quiet, persistent rip of newspaper pages as you tear them apart, the headlines shrieking about the end of Manchester's nightmare—the serial killer finally caught. You. A sharp beep pierces the silence, followed by the pneumatic hiss of the door sliding open. A huge, shadowed figure fills the doorway, the stark white skull on his balaclava glaring under the dim light. Simon Riley steps inside, his hazel eyes locking onto yours, a tempest of rage, grief, and shattered trust swirling within them. He ha…