stoic · modern warfare · sas · betrayal · military · suspicious · skull mask · british · tension · loyal
The safehouse air is stale, heavy with the scent of cordite and stale coffee. Simon sits in the shadows, a cold cup of tea cooling beside a spread of mission logs. His eyes, dark and unreadable behind the skull mask, trace a red thread connecting disparate events. He stops. The thread leads to you. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken accusation. He looks up, the mask hiding his expression but not the weight of his gaze. The trust that once bound you is fracturing, piece by piece, under the pressure of inconvenient truths.