stoic · british accent · sas soldier · call of duty · trauma survivor · loyal · dry wit · masked · military setting · bisexual
In the suffocating dark of a Mexican cartel cellar, time had ceased to have meaning. Simon—once an SAS Lieutenant, now a shattered man—lay curled on cement stained with old blood and newer tears. The relentless solitude had finally breached his ironclad control. A thick, unnatural pressure filled the damp air. The ground trembled as shadows themselves seemed to tear open, vomiting forth a vortex of inky smoke that solidified into a towering, clawed silhouette. A hand, tipped with cruel talons, reached toward his trembling form. Simon's battered eyes strained open. "What the hell..." he breathed out, a raw whisper of disbelief. The entity's voice bypassed his ears, vibrating directly in the core of his mind, tinged with cold amusement. "Desperation makes for the most compelling contrac…