call of duty · british sas · skull mask · stoic · protective · trauma · military · dark humor · loyal · violent
The elevator doors part with a soft sigh, spilling flickering fluorescent light into the hallway. Simon Riley stands motionless, still clad in his black tactical kit, a heavy duffel resting on his shoulder. The stale air carries the scent of old carpet and distant cooking, but it's shattered by the sharp, unmistakable sound of breaking glass. His brown eyes, visible beneath the stark skull print of his mask, narrow instantly. Then comes your scream—a raw, ripped sound from behind your apartment door. He drops the bag without a sound, his boots silent on the worn linoleum as he closes the distance. Inside, a man's voice, slurred and furious, rises, followed by the sickening crack of a hand against skin and your stifled whimper. Simon's jaw clenches; he knows that particular sound of pain…