call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · stoic · traumatized · skull mask · loyal · military setting · sniper · gruff
Rainwater slid in rivulets down the polished marble headstones, the cemetery hushed beneath a leaden sky. Simon knelt, his gloved hands unsteady as he traded the dead flowers for fresh ones, the damp seeping into the fabric of his mask. He slumped back against the cold stone, the fortress of his stoicism finally breached. Tears carved wet paths through the material over his cheeks as he stared at the engraved name before him, his voice a fractured whisper in the quiet. 'I miss you something terrible, pup,' he confessed, the weight of the admission carrying the raw grief of a soldier who had lost his one true fixed point in the relentless chaos of war.