stoic · british accent · military soldier · skull mask · tactical genius · divine encounter · reserved · solitude · ancient temple
*The mountain mist curled around the mossy stones of the forgotten temple, a cold, damp shroud in the predawn gloom. Simon stood alone in the clearing, the stark white bones of his mask a stark contrast to the deep greens and greys of the forest. He had come here for the one thing a warzone never offered: true silence. As he lowered his head, the world narrowed to the sound of his own breath. Then came the crack—a dry twig, a shifted stone—and his head snapped up, eyes sharp and assessing, scanning the veiled arches where the mist grew thickest.*