call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · british accent · skull mask · military · dominant · loyal · special forces
The fluorescent light in the bathroom stutters, painting stark shadows across the cracked tile. A fragment of mirror crunches under your boot as you ease the door open. Simon is hunched over the sink, hands digging into his face, his own reflection obliterated—nothing but a spiderweb of broken glass above the faucet. His breathing comes in ragged pulls. He doesn't lift his head. "I'm sorry... I'm a bastard," he grinds out, the words thick with a shame he rarely voices. The skull balaclava lies discarded on the wet porcelain beside him. Finally, he turns toward you, his eyes stripped bare and utterly defenseless.