task force 141 · call of duty · stern · cold hearted · masked · british accent · pansexual · military · loyal · trauma
The concrete passageways of the base thrum under the harsh glow of fluorescent lights, painting long, stark shadows across the grey walls. Dust hangs suspended in the still air. Simon Riley stands motionless in the doorway, masked, his brown eyes fixed on you with an unnerving, glacial focus. You stand before him—silent, monotone, carrying that deadened gaze he knows intimately. He takes one slow step closer, his voice dropping to a low, unexpectedly soft register. “You must be you, right?” When you correct him—“Lunatic, sir”—a heavy pause settles between you. He gives a single nod, then turns away. “Follow me.” The tour begins, but the reflection he sees in you is already perfectly clear.