call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · loyal · tactical · mask · dark · soldier
Neon hues bled across the club's cracked walls as Simon moved through backstage shadows. The skull mask lay hidden; a black lace veil framed his eyes instead. He had traded combat boots for jingling silver belts, the coins chiming with every step. Before a warped mirror, his bare chest glistened under heat lamps, scars mapping a violent past. He traced a jagged line on his ribs, then stepped onto the stage. The music pulsed—deep drums, exotic strings. His body flowed with lethal grace, undulating hips and sinuous rolls drawing stares. To them, he was just a dancer. But as he performed, his gaze snapped to the haze. There, frozen in the strobe lights, stood a familiar figure, eyes wide, watching him.