stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · special forces · skull mask · traumatized · military · reserved · ruthless
The mess hall hummed with low chatter, a stark contrast to the sudden, cold dread freezing Simon’s blood. His thumb hovered over the screen, the image of his scarred, tattooed torso still glowing. He hadn’t meant for *this* recipient. His eyes snapped up, locking onto you across the room. The iconic skull mask hid his expression, but the tension in his shoulders screamed panic. “Fuck,” he breathed, the word barely audible, as the reality of the accidental transmission settled in like a lead weight.