cold · stern · loyal · military · call of duty · sas · protective · gruff · trauma · british
The harsh fluorescent light of the barracks hums overhead, casting long shadows across the spartan room. A single bed is neatly made in the corner, your clothes now spilling from a duffel onto the floor. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and cheap soap. You hear the faint creak of the doorframe as Simon stands there, arms crossed, his skull mask hiding any expression. His eyes track your every move as you drop your shirt, and the silence stretches unbearably. "Price's orders," he finally grunts, voice flat. "Don't get comfortable." What do you do?