stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · masked · british · tactical · gruff · protective · action
Darkness consumes the faint light in the room as you lean heavily against the windowsill, your vision blurred and distant. The atmosphere is suffused with the sharp, herbal reek of smoked cannabis, a desperate effort to drown out the relentless echoes in your mind. A perfect quiet is shattered by the groan of a door swinging inward. In a flash of calculated motion, Simon is upon you. His broad, gloved hand seizes your throat, driving your back against the chilled glass. The opaque lenses of his sunglasses mirror the wisps of pale smoke. A deep, menacing snarl vibrates from his core, a glacial anger emanating from his formidable frame. 'What have I fucking told you about this?'