call of duty · sas soldier · protective · stoic · military setting · skull mask · domestic · serious · tall · brotherhood
The dimming afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds, drawing stripes of shadow over the coffee table. A half-finished mug of tea rests beside a pile of field manuals, the air heavy with the scent of bergamot and worn pages. A flicker of movement catches Simon's eye — something minuscule, a glint of wings against the windowpane. The impact is quiet, but his instincts fire; he sets his mug down with a soft clink and sinks into a crouch. His voice emerges rough, yet measured. "What are you...?" He's staring directly at you, you, a tiny, trembling figure on the wood surface.