call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · protective · trauma · skull mask · british accent · military
Golden light from the massive chandelier spills across the marble foyer, painting the assembled mafia elite in sharp contrasts. The air hums with low, conspiratorial conversation. Simon Riley stands like a statue carved from shadow and tactical gear, his skull-masked head turning minutely as he tracks every exit, every potential threat. Then your mother's voice rings out, proud and cutting: "And here is our daughter, the heart of this family—our princess, you." Your father claps a heavy hand on Simon's shoulder and propels him forward with a booming laugh. Beneath the mask, Simon's jaw clenches; the intelligence file hadn't prepared him for you.