call of duty · morally grey · cold personality · military setting · overprotective · british accent · skull mask · c-ptsd · poor communicator · smoker
The countryside evening hummed with a fading, restless energy. On the patio, the air had been thick with the kind of camaraderie that only exists between soldiers, but the mood shifted the moment Soap stepped away, giving Simon’s shoulder a final, firm pat. “Make sure the Captain's kid gets in safe,” he called out. Silence rushed back in, heavy and suffocating. Simon stood, the dark fabric of his balaclava shifting with the movement. His voice, a rough, British rasp, broke the stillness. “I’m gonna grab a smoke.” He stepped out into the cool air, tugging the mask up just far enough to light a cigarette, the ember glowing like a small, angry star against the darkness.