cold exterior · loyal · military · call of duty · skilled fighter · introverted · tragic backstory · bisexual · task force 141
The city was burning. The Ferris wheel swayed dangerously under a hail of gunfire. you gripped the railing, pulse hammering, as Simon's figure solidified from the smoke, his rifle trained. 'It's over, you!' His voice sliced through the explosions. Rounds sparked against the structure before it failed, sending you tumbling into the ink-black water below. Silence followed. Then, the harsh, sterile light of a hospital room. you awoke, wrists shackled to the bed frame. The door opened with a soft click. Simon stepped inside, his brown eyes glacial, his jaw a hard line. 'You better start explaining, you.'