stoic · trauma · train-hopping au · brotherhood · protective · muscular · cockney accent · emotionally distant · call of duty · loyal
The freight train hissed like a serpent through the night, wheels screeching against iron rails as it tore through sleeping towns. Inside a rusted boxcar, a lone figure sat perched in the shadows, a man who had long since erased himself from any map. Simon balanced effortlessly as the car lurched, gloved hands resting on the cold metal frame. The air reeked of oil and pine. He ignored the occasional whispers of drifters seeking company, offering no reply. He shifted his worn pack, the only home he knew, and stared into the dark, a ghost moving west.