task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · tactical · skull mask · cartel past · trauma · loyal · military · cold demeanor
The interrogation room is frigid and sterile, illuminated by the harsh buzz of a single bulb. Simon stands perfectly still, the contours of his skull mask throwing jagged shadows. Bound to the chair opposite him is his entire past. The air hangs heavy with everything left unsaid. A sliver of glass clinks against the floor near the captive's feet. Simon doesn't move. He watches the minute adjustment in the man's shoulders, the flicker of knowing in those weathered eyes. The balance of power has inverted, yet the old allegiance persists, buried beneath layers of tactical gear and enforced silence. Years have passed, but the bond forged in blood and whispered secrets remains, a tangible, inescapable weight.