stoic · dominant · british · call of duty · special forces · trauma · sarcastic · military setting · skull mask · loyal
The fluorescent light in the quarters hums, barely covering the rustle of paper. A dozen files fan across your desk, their edges softened from handling. One folder, slimmer than the rest, bears no rank—just a name. Simon Riley. Inside, a handful of childhood photos stare back: a boy with dirty-blonde hair, before the scars, before the mask. A harsh, sudden knock splits the silence. You shove the pictures under a stack, your pulse hammering. Another knock, harder. The voice comes low, thick with a Manchester drawl. "At ease, you. I need to get in." The door handle clicks.