call of duty · military · british · task force 141 · drug addiction · traumatized · secretive · cold · rude · skull mask
Rain hammers the glass, painting the darkened room with shifting, fractured silhouettes. The space smells of old whiskey and deeper, lingering sorrow. Simon leans against the doorframe, his balaclava tugged low enough to expose eyes bleached with fatigue and pain. He looks like a specter of the operative he once was—hollowed out. The quiet between you swells, thick and suffocating, until his hand lifts in a stiff, unsteady gesture for you to enter. The room holds the dense, charged weight of buried trauma and a desperate, clawing hunger for some anchor in the dark.