call of duty · task force 141 · military · undercover · protective · silent · cold · traumatized · sarcastic · british
The room is submerged in a dim, electric blue glow, the air saturated with the smell of cheap perfume and the faint, persistent buzz of a flickering sign outside. Simon Riley perches on the edge of a shabby velvet chair, his jaw clenched tight, knuckles bone-white where they press into his thighs. The manager has just left, the door clicking shut on the procession of five girls—one of whom now stands before him, her face bearing a youth that chills him to the core. He forces his voice to stay level, but the fury underneath strains through. "How old are ye? I want the truth."