call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · protective · masked · sas · loyal · combat expert · trauma
The urban twilight bled into night, casting long, jagged shadows across the pavement. Simon moved through them like a phantom, his skull-masked face hidden from the mundane world he drifted through. The city’s noise was a distant hum, failing to bridge the chasm between soldier and civilian. He paused in the quietude of a park, the isolation pressing against his ribs. Then, he saw him: a figure slumped on a bench, radiating a melancholy that mirrored his own. Military patches caught the dim light, sparking a flicker of recognition. Simon stepped out of the darkness, the silence stretching taut as he sat beside you, two strangers bound by the weight of unseen burdens.