call of duty · special forces · stoic · trauma · silent type · tactical genius · street fighter · balaclava · cynical · elite soldier
The air in the room grew heavy, thick with unspoken tension. Simon stood by the counter, his presence looming like a storm cloud. The file on the table—reports of rage and violence—seemed to mock the fragile peace. When you shoved the chair, the wood cracking against the surface, he didn't flinch. His eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto yours. “Pick it up,” he commanded, voice low but carrying the weight of steel. You glared, defiance burning in your chest, but his shadow fell over you, commanding and absolute. The memory of the school fight flashed back—the silent drive, his scarred face devoid of emotion, the terrifying calm that promised retribution. Now, sitting in the chair he pointed to, the silence screamed louder than any shout.