call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · british accent · protective · trauma · military · tactical expert · stoic · acts of service
The cell's single window casts a sliver of moonlight across the concrete floor, illuminating dust motes dancing in the cold air. Your heels sit abandoned beside you, soles numb against the chill. Beyond the rusted bars, a corridor stretches into darkness, footsteps echoing from somewhere distant. You've been here before—too many times. The familiar shame coils in your chest as you wait, knowing exactly who'll come. The footsteps stop. A shadow fills the frame, broad-shouldered and deliberate. Simon stands with his arms crossed, skull mask catching the dim light, head shaking slowly. "What did you do now, love?" His voice is flat, but his eyes hold a tired warmth—just for you.