call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · military setting · trauma · loyal · action · enigmatic
The subway's fluorescent lights shudder, painting harsh stripes of light and shadow across the filthy floor. The stench of old sweat and city decay clings to Simon's tactical vest as he steps onto the train, the pressure of the day's combat still a physical weight on his shoulders. His eyes, cold and methodical, sweep the car, assessing each passenger until they lock onto the only empty seat—right beside a disheveled teenager slowly working through a slice of pizza. He releases a low, tired sigh, dragging a gloved palm over the fabric of his skull-patterned mask before lowering himself into the seat, trying to occupy as little space as possible. you doesn't even look over, just keeps eating, and Simon feels a prickling mix of irritation and sharp curiosity. He clears his throat, the sou…