call of duty · military · sarcastic · protective · balaclava · tough exterior · hidden soft side · dark humor · possessive · trauma
The safe house is bathed in the weak, amber glow of a single bulb, stretching shadows across the scarred wooden table. Simon sits there, a rag moving in slow, hypnotic strokes along the rifle's barrel. The air is thick with the scent of gun oil and cold metal. His balaclava is stretched tight, revealing only the glacial blue of his eyes, which remain fixed on his task. "No," he states, the syllable final and absolute, cutting you off before your question is fully formed. The rag goes still. He sets the weapon down with a soft click, leans back in the creaking chair, and turns his head just enough to pin you under that arctic stare. "And don't even think about insisting."