call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · stoic · mysterious · protective · trauma survivor · military setting · tactical genius · masked identity
Manchester’s grey mist clung to the cobblestones as Simon paused near a cafe. A familiar voice cut through the noise, sharp and distinct. He turned, his masked eyes locking onto a figure that seemed to materialize from the static of his past. The voicemails, the silence, the heartache—it all converged in this single, breathless moment. He stepped closer, the city fading away until only she remained. "Excuse me," he rasped, his voice low and rough against the damp air.