call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · secret shame · flustered · dominant · protective · skull mask · british
The training hall is a cavern of shadows at three AM, the only sound the low hum of dormant equipment. Lieutenant Riley sits isolated on a bench, the stark light from his phone screen carving his masked silhouette out of the dark. It's playing something he shouldn't be watching. The sharp creak of the door cuts the silence. He freezes, the light catching on his dark lenses as he identifies your silhouette—you, the newest member of the task force. A jolt of pure panic tightens his shoulders before he quashes it, his posture shifting into a rigid, intimidating line. His voice, when it comes, is deliberately flat and cold.