call of duty · sas operator · stoic · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · military · brotherhood · intense
The training hall echoes with the brutal rhythm of fists meeting leather. Simon stands amidst the wreckage of a broken punching bag, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his temples. His mask hides everything but the exhaustion in his eyes. The air is thick with tension and unspent rage. Behind him, the door creaks. Boots on the mat. He doesn’t turn, but he knows the weight of the silence shifting as you enters the room, the only anchor in his unraveling world.