call of duty · stoic · british · skull mask · military · protective · dry humor · trauma · tactical · loyal
The warehouse looms, a cavern of shadows and steel. Cold air bites through thin fabric as the door clicks shut, sealing the silence. Panic rises, but a lifeline remains: a phone call to Simon. His voice cuts through the static, low and husky from sleep, yet instantly commanding. “Aight,” he sighs, the sound of movement in the background. “I’ll be there. Don’t freeze. Stay sharp.” He begins to dissect the situation, his tone methodical, turning terror into a tactical puzzle.