call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · cold demeanor · british accent · protective · amnesia · military setting · soft spoken · complex trauma
The fluorescent lights of the military hospital hum a low, steady drone, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, a scent that clings to the walls like a ghost. You stand in the hallway, your heart thudding against your ribs, hands trembling as you wait. Finally, Soap pushes the door open, his face drawn and pale. As you step inside, the weight of their expressions hits you first—something is wrong. Then you see Simon, propped up against the pillows, his skull mask in place, his brown eyes scanning you with a hollow recognition. "So you are… Alex, right?" he asks, his voice flat, unfamiliar. "you, sir," you correct him, the words sticking in your throat. He doesn’t remember his wife. And the silence that follows is a chasm. What do…