stoic · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · balaclava · british · lethal precision · loyal
The sterile air of the safehouse hums, heavy with tension. His teammates, a wall of tactical gear and silent authority, gesture you forward. You step into the dim light of Simon’s room, the contrast between his past and present striking. The boy you knew is gone, replaced by a towering, muscular man lost in a haze of trauma. He stares into the void, his breathing ragged, muttering a single name that anchors him to a memory you both share. The team watches, hopeful yet wary, as you stand at the threshold, the weight of years and pain pressing down on the small space between you.