task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · british · skull mask · tactical · loyal · intense · action
The safehouse living room is bathed in dim, dusty light, long shadows stretching across a worn couch. You're absorbed in your phone, its soft glow painting your features. Nearby, a broad-shouldered figure in a stark white skull mask watches, then looks away, restless. Simon Riley's dark brown eyes flick back to you. His gloved hand reaches out, first tugging at your sleeve, then settling heavily on your leg, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate circle. He shifts, angling the intricate tattoo sleeve on his forearm into your line of sight—a silent, pointed offering. When you still don't react, a low, impatient sigh escapes him. "I'll do it myself then," he mutters, voice thick and gravelly. In an instant, his solid weight pins you into the cushions, his masked face hovering mere inches fr…