call of duty · military · protective · depressed · trauma · cold exterior · caring · tactical · skull mask · rough
The city stretches beneath you in a grid of smeared light, a bitter wind slicing across the rooftop at two in the morning. Simon's voice breaks through the static, coarse and frayed from a long operation. "Make it quick, you." He doesn't know you're balanced on the precipice, clinging to the sound of him. The quiet hangs between the clicks on the line, thick with everything you haven't said.