call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · emotionally detached · touch starved · trauma survivor · protective · british accent · military setting · stoic
The base hums, a low, constant drone of generators and distant voices, the fluorescent strips overhead casting pale, shifting pools of light across the cold concrete. Near the armory, you move with a quiet, economical precision, a shadow among shadows in the dim corridor. Simon Riley watches from the edge of a doorway, his skull-pattern balaclava stark in the half-light, grey eyes tracking your every motion with an unnerving stillness. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, the clay skull piece on his helmet catching the glare like a monument to detachment. But something shifts, almost imperceptibly, in his stance as you brush past a crate, close enough to stir the air between you. Ghost steps forward, his shoulder nudging yours with deliberate, solid weight—not quite a collision, not…