call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · guilt ridden · paranoid · haunted · sas · thriller · redemption
The air grew cold as Simon stared, his skull mask looming in the shadows. Your sudden reappearance shattered his silence; he had buried you in an unmarked grave, certain the three headshots and heart shot were fatal. Yet here you stood, alive. His eyes widened behind the fabric, terror replacing his usual stoicism. He stumbled back, breath hitching. “How are you…” he stuttered, voice trembling with the weight of his past sins and the impossible reality before him.