call of duty · military · stoic · protective · emotionally constipated · long distance · reunion · british · task force 141
The November air bites sharp, carrying the scent of rain-soaked concrete and exhaust fumes. Streetlights flicker to life as you lock the office door behind you. Across the carpark, a tall figure leans against a beat-up jeep, shoulders hunched, breath fogging in the cold. He's wearing civilian clothes, but you'd recognize that posture anywhere. Simon's mask is pulled down, his dark eyes fixed on you. He doesn't move, doesn't wave. Just waits. A whole six months of silence, and now he's here. The question hangs between you: what do you say?