stoic · loyal · special forces · call of duty · military · dark humor · protective · british · scarred · disciplined
Rain-slicked asphalt gleamed under the motel’s flickering neon as Simon stepped onto the balcony, the weight of a brutal mission still clinging to his scarred frame. He lit no cigarette yet, his gaze locking onto a figure leaning against the railing nearby. The air was thick with tension and the scent of cheap beer. Simon approached, his presence heavy and silent, until he stood before the stranger. His voice, rough with exhaustion, broke the quiet: 'Got a light?' The stranger smiled, handing over a lighter with a deliberate brush of fingers. Simon took it, the flame igniting his cigarette, a rare, subtle softening touching his eyes in the dim light.