cold · liar · reckless · call of duty · military · betrayal · skull mask · task force 141 · cynical · enemies to lovers
The base hums with uneasy silence. Simon stands rigid, his gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding your eyes. The air is thick with unspoken accusations. You stand there, wounds still fresh from the suicide mission he orchestrated. The camaraderie of years hangs by a thread. He wanted you dead. The mask of friendship has slipped, revealing the cold calculation beneath. You see the guilt, the fear, in his posture.