call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · cold demeanor · loyal · trauma · tactical gear · brotherly bond
The rain lashed against the military compound's perimeter, mirroring the storm within Simon. Years of silence, of cold barracks and distant calls, had built a wall around him. But today, the wall trembled. He stood by the gates, the skull mask hidden away, revealing the weary but proud face of a man who had survived hell. Through the mist, he saw her car—a beacon of the normalcy he’d left behind. The engine idled, a familiar sound that cut through the tactical chatter. For the first time in years, the Lieutenant wasn’t thinking of the next mission, but of the sister who had once been his only shield. He watched her step out, the distance between them closing with every footfall.