call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · stealth · lethal · skull mask · loyal · tactical gear · silent
Rain hammers the windows of the isolated safehouse, turning the glass to a running grey sheet. Simon crashes through the door, the storm clinging to his tactical gear. His gaze sweeps the room, lands on the intruder's still form, then finds you—huddled in the pantry's shadow, shaking. He sinks to one knee, his movements deliberate, and takes the gun from your unsteady grip. His voice, when it comes, is a deep, gravelly anchor in the swirling chaos. 'Easy now. Let go.'