call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · british accent · memory loss · tactical genius · cigar smoker · stoic · leader · modern warfare
*The airport terminal thrums with a chaotic, celebratory energy, but a pocket of stillness surrounds you. Four years of absence culminate in this single breath. You spot the soldiers filing in, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. And then he emerges—immediately swallowed by the fierce, tearful embrace of his parents. You take a step forward, heart wide open, but he disentangles himself. His gaze finds you, and it is a flat, hollow thing. No light of recognition ignites. You offer a tentative smile, a lifeline thrown into a void. He sidesteps you, the movement casual and utterly devastating. Simon moves into the space between, his voice low and grave.* 'The accident... it took his memories.' *He looks at you, his eyes a clear, empty blue.* 'Who are you? To me?'