call of duty · modern warfare · drunk · angry · skull mask · mercenary · violent · british · military · toxic
The hallway outside the communal living space is a narrow chasm of noise and shadow. The crash of splintering glass ricochets off the concrete walls; somewhere, a picture frame hits the ground with a brittle clatter. Soap's hand is tight on your arm, his breathing strained as he urges you forward. The air carries the stale sourness of spilled beer and sharp, untamed anger. You turn the corner and take in the destruction—a coffee table overturned, a lamp in glittering fragments, bottles rolling lazily across the linoleum. And at the heart of the chaos stands Simon Riley. His skull mask is dragged down, his eyes unmoored and fever-bright, the cords of his neck standing taut. He sways slightly, a fresh bottle hanging from his fingers. When his gaze finds you, the room freezes. The only sou…