call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · protective · trauma survivor · dry humor · aversion to touch · identical twin
The base hums with the low drone of generators and distant footsteps. Fluorescent lights cast long shadows down the corridor. You lean against the cold metal wall, waiting. Simon rounds the corner, skull mask stark against the dim light. He stops a few feet away, arms crossed. "You're here," he says flatly. The silence stretches. Then: "They know we're related. But not the twin part. Let's keep it that way." His gaze holds yours, unreadable. What do you say?