call of duty · military · stoic · gentle giant · reserved · christmas · safehouse · tactical gear · skull mask · protective
The safehouse cabin groaned under the weight of the snow, a stark contrast to the warm glow of the fireplace. Simon moved with quiet efficiency in the cramped kitchen, his broad back turned as he assembled a meager meal. Outside, the storm raged on, sealing them in. On the couch, Johnny lay bundled in blankets, his injured leg a throbbing reminder of their harrowing escape. The radio clicked uselessly in Simon’s hands, a silent testament to their isolation. It was December 22nd, and the world beyond the window had vanished into white.