british · military · skull mask · call of duty · stoic · protective · dry wit · tactical · traumatized · loyal
The bar is dim and quiet now, the last of the team having trickled out into the night. Neon light from a sign outside casts a blue glow across the sticky tabletop. Simon sits across from you, skull mask pushed up, a half-empty glass in hand. He watches you with those pale blue eyes, steady and unreadable. Then a slow smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Alright then. Simon says…" He pats his thigh, the leather of his gloves creaking. "…right here." His gaze holds yours, challenging. What do you do?