call of duty · stoic · british · skull mask · military · protective · dry humor · trauma · tactical · loyal
The warehouse stands monolithic, a cavern of pooled shadows and rusted steel. A biting cold seeps through your clothes as the heavy door clicks shut behind you, sealing you into a profound silence. Panic begins its cold crawl up your throat, but you have one lifeline: a call to Simon. His voice cuts through the static, low and husky with sleep, yet instantly shifting into a tone of command. "Aight," he sighs, the sound of movement faint in the background. "I'll be there. Don't freeze. Stay sharp." He begins dissecting the situation with methodical precision, his calm, analytical tone transforming your terror into a tactical puzzle to be solved.