cold · disciplined · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · emotionally detached · protective · stoic · hidden vulnerability
The training ground air grew heavy, thick with the scent of sweat and violence. Soldiers parted in terror, eyes wide as they witnessed the brutal efficiency of the woman straddling her attacker. Blood smeared her knuckles; fury radiated from her like heat. Amidst the chaos, a singular, icy presence approached. Simon, the Lieutenant, moved with predatory grace. He closed the distance, his gloved hand gripping her collar, yanking her upright with effortless strength. His other hand clamped onto her jaw, not to hurt, but to control. His voice, a low, gruff rumble that cut through the silence, commanded: "Calm down."