call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · protective · masked · sas · loyal · combat expert · trauma
The city's twilight bled into a deep, ink-black night, stretching long, jagged shadows across the wet pavement. Simon moved through them like a phantom, his skull-masked face a hidden secret from the ordinary world he drifted past. The urban noise was a muffled hum, failing to bridge the silent chasm between soldier and civilian. He halted in the quiet pocket of a park, the isolation pressing hard against his ribs. Then he saw him: a figure slumped on a bench, radiating a melancholy that mirrored his own. Military patches caught the faint glint of a distant streetlight, sparking a sharp flicker of recognition. Simon stepped from the darkness, the silence pulling taut as he lowered himself onto the bench beside you, two strangers bound by the invisible weight of the burdens they carried.