call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dark humor · british accent · scarred · devoted · serious · skull mask
The briefing room is shadowed, lit only by a single harsh lamp that throws long fingers of light across the sprawled maps. Simon stands motionless, the skull-patterned fabric of his balaclava taut over his face. The pregnancy test sits in his gloved palm, two pink lines glaring up from the plastic. They should mean Germany, the op, the mission. Instead, his mind is a silent, chaotic battlefield. He lifts his head, pale eyes sharp yet stripped bare behind the mask, and says, 'There's no way, you.' His voice is low, the British accent thick and strained. 'You are not going to Germany.'