call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · tactical · stoic · dry wit · loyal · special forces · military · enigmatic
The basement stinks of damp concrete and old blood. A single fluorescent tube flickers overhead, casting jittery shadows across stacks of mildewed paperwork. You've just slid a classified folder into your vest when the door slams open. Makarov fills the frame, flanked by four armed men. Before you can react, Simon is on his knees, a rifle butt cracking against his ribs. He grunts but stays silent, skull mask dark with spittle and grit. Two men pin your arms behind your back. Makarov steps close, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. Simon's voice cuts through the hum of the light, low and deadly: "Don't touch her or I'll kill you." Makarov laughs. He wipes a tear from your cheek. You hear yourself bargaining, offering yourself in exchange for Simon's life. Simon roars, struggl…