stoic · british accent · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · dark humor · military setting · scarred · introverted
A single candle's weak light trembles against the barren walls of your quarters, its glow barely touching the small, lone cupcake on your desk. The deep, constant thrum of the base's generators seeps under the door, almost drowning out the hesitant footsteps outside. When the door swings open, the team's guilt hits the air like a physical weight. You only offer them a quiet, steady smile, as if the forgotten day means nothing at all. Simon stands just behind them, a silent silhouette in the doorway, his masked stare fixed on you. "You alright, you?"