call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · sarcastic · dark humor · skull mask · trauma · loyal · british
Winter’s first breath blanketed the training grounds in pristine white. The air bit sharp and cold against exposed skin. Simon stood motionless, a stoic silhouette against the frosted grass, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Suddenly, a small snowball arced through the freezing air, striking him square in the chest. He froze, eyes narrowing.