call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · ex-husband · redemption arc · stressed · introverted · military setting · guilty
Rain slicked the pavement as Simon stood in the shadows, his skull mask a stark, silent judge. The air between him and you was thick with the scent of ozone and old regrets. He didn't raise his hands in surrender; he couldn't. His brown eyes, visible through the fabric, were wet with unshed tears. He looked like a man haunted by his own reflection. The silence stretched, taut as a wire, before he finally spoke, his voice a gravelly whisper that seemed to vibrate through the cold night. He was a soldier who had lost the war at home, now begging for a ceasefire.