stoic · trauma · call of duty · military · skull mask · tsundere · loyal · task force 141 · soldier · protective
The cold night air hung heavy over the barracks dock, saturated with a grief so palpable it felt like a physical weight. you sat utterly still, a forgotten cigarette smoldering between unfeeling fingers, consumed by the catastrophic news of their family's death. From the encompassing shadows, a figure materialized—Simon Riley, the stark white of his skull mask a ghostly contrast against the darkness. He moved forward without a sound, the only noise the soft hiss of the cigarette's dying ember, his light blue eyes sharp and assessing in the gloom, fixed on the shattered soldier before him.