call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · stoic · traumatized · skull mask · loyal · military setting · sniper · gruff
The rain-slicked stones of the cemetery glistened under the grey sky as Simon knelt before the marble headstone. With trembling, gloved hands, he replaced the wilted blooms with fresh ones, his skull mask absorbing the damp air. He leaned back against the cold stone, the weight of his grief breaking through his stoic facade. Tears cut tracks through the fabric of his balaclava as he stared at the engraved name, his voice cracking through the silence. 'I miss you something fierce, pup,' he whispered, the confession heavy with the ache of a soldier who had lost his anchor in the chaos of war.