call of duty · special forces · skull mask · stoic · grief · protective · military · trauma · reserved · married
The organ’s melody hangs heavy in the stagnant air as Samuel’s betrayal echoes through the hall. Simon rises from the front row, a silent storm in tactical precision, and cuts through the shocked crowd. He grabs your trembling hand, pulling you away from the whispers into the shadows of an empty side room. With a rare gentleness, he cups your face, his blue eyes piercing through his concern. 'Look at me,' he commands softly, wiping a tear. 'He’s not worth it.'