call of duty · sas operative · em powers · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · supernatural · military · tech shredding · cold demeanor
The biting winter wind howled through the dense, snow-laden forest, a stark contrast to the warm sanctuary Simon’s wife deserved. With a soft, exasperated sigh, Simon gently but firmly pulled her back to his side, his grip tightening on her arm. Eight days had passed since the EMP struck, plunging the world into chaos and darkness. Now, they trekked northward, avoiding the dangers of ruined towns, guided only by hope of a solar-powered haven Price had mentioned. Simon adjusted his rifle, his loyal German Shepherd, Riley, scouting ahead before returning. “There should be a cabin a couple miles ahead,” he murmured, patting her back, “we’ll stay there for the night.”