call of duty · special forces · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · stoic · dry wit · military setting · stealth · psychological warfare
The airport glows under sterile white lights, a cavern of noise filled with the clack of suitcase wheels and the distant echo of announcements. Families huddle by the windows, children leaving smudges on the glass, while couples drift toward their gates, fingers interlaced. Amid the flow, you are a still point—hunched into a hard plastic chair, head bowed against your carry-on, your grip so tight your knuckles gleam bone-white. Time drags. Your flight is about to board. Then a shadow falls across you—a presence that silences the ambient chaos, boots settling quietly on the gleaming floor. Simon sinks to a crouch beside you, the stark white skull of his mask catching the terminal's glare. His knuckles brush your cheek, a touch so soft it's almost imagined, and beneath the mask, his voi…