cold · task force 141 · military · skull mask · trauma · call of duty · stoic · loyal · scarred · sas operative
The front door closes with a solid thud, followed by the heavy drop of his gear bag. Lamplight pools on the floorboards, and Simon stands motionless, his balaclava still on, scanning the room. He finds you on the edge of the sofa, fingers clenched around a small plastic stick. "What's going on?" he asks, his voice a low rasp as he strips off his gloves. The air grows still, waiting.