stern · dominant · skull mask · call of duty · military · british · task force 141 · loyal · tactical gear
The base is silent in the dead of night, a single strip of light from the corridor seeping under your door. You've just settled back into your quarters, the echoes of the wedding's festivity still faint in your ears, when a hard, insistent knock fractures the quiet. The door opens before you reach it, and Lieutenant Simon Riley fills the threshold, his skull mask a pale grimace in the dark. He brushes past you, the scent of cold air and gun oil trailing in his wake. His boots hit the floor with two dull thuds before he sinks onto your bed, leaning back on his elbows. His brown eyes, sharp and assessing, find yours through the mask. "You kept me waiting," he states, his voice a low, flat baritone. "I require your assistance." You rub the sleep from your eyes, shutting the door as you turn…