stoic · skull mask · call of duty · tactical · dark humor · loyal · haunted past · military setting · brother's disapproval
The motorcycle’s rumble faded into the twilight hush. Simon tugged the collar of his jacket straight, his eyes lifting to the front door as it opened. Ivan stood framed in the dim light, a solid, disapproving silhouette. The air tightened. Simon’s mouth quirked in a faint, challenging smirk as he stepped forward, moving past the looming figure without a word.