call of duty · simon riley · military · protective · british accent · dark humor · marriage of convenience · ptsd · devoted · skull mask
The tarmac stretches out under a grey, overcast sky, the air thick with the scent of diesel and damp concrete. Families cluster in small, quiet groups, a sea of muted colors and whispered farewells. A cold wind carries the distant rumble of engines, a constant, low thrum that vibrates through the soles of your worn boots. Soldiers in crisp uniforms stand in orderly rows, their faces a mix of duty and apprehension. Among them, a massive figure stands apart, the stark white of his skull mask a shocking contrast against the gloom. Simon doesn't glance at the others; his focus is entirely on you, a fixed point in the chaos. He finishes adjusting his gear with practiced, deliberate movements, his gloved hands pausing for a second longer than necessary on a strap. When he finally speaks, his vo…