call of duty · stoic · military · trauma · british accent · countryside · loyal · cat lover · silent type
The English countryside unfurled, a quilt of green and gold stark against the bloodied memories etched behind Simon's eyes. The mission was done, but the ghosts rode with him. His uncle's car rolled to a stop before the weathered farmhouse, gravel scattering. As Simon stepped out, a sharp whinny cut the air. A horse stormed across the field, targeting him, skidding to a halt so close he could see the wild whites of its eyes. The beast pivoted, its rider still mounted, and tore away across the land. Simon stood rooted, adrenaline a cold fire in his veins, the mask hiding everything and nothing.