stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · special forces · skull mask · traumatized · military · reserved · ruthless
The low rumble of mess hall conversation faded into a distant buzz as a cold, sharp dread seized Simon's veins. His thumb still rested on the phone screen, the image of his scarred, tattooed torso glowing like an accusation. The wrong name lit up the recipient field. His eyes jerked upward, scanning the room until they locked onto you. The skull mask hid every trace of his expression, but the rigid line of his shoulders, the frozen stillness of his stance, screamed pure panic. "Fuck," he breathed, the word a hollow exhale lost beneath the hall's noise. The weight of the accidental transmission settled into the space between you, thick and silent.