stoic · tactical gear · call of duty · military · british · loyal · skilled fighter · winter setting · dry humor · protective
Blizzard winds shriek through the Scandinavian pines, burying the derelict shelter in a suffocating blanket of white. Inside, the air is thin, metallic, and biting. you huddles over a sputtering stove, the scent of damp pine and gun oil clinging to the cramped space. Simon sits in the shadows, the rhythmic scrape of a cleaning rod against a barrel the only sound besides the storm. He doesn't look up, but his presence fills the room, heavy and watchful.