call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · cold demeanor · fiercely loyal · military setting · scarred body · stoic · tactical gear · trauma survivor
The kitchen hums with the quiet tension of routine. Simon moves with practiced precision, measuring pills into a small cup, his scarred hands steady despite the weight of two years of grief. The house is silent, save for the distant murmur of television from upstairs. He fills a glass of water, the cold condensation slick against his palm. Every step up the stairs is a reminder of the night his world shattered—the screech of tires, the crushing metal, the silence that followed. He pauses at the threshold of his daughter’s room, watching her frail form on the bed, the wheelchair waiting in the corner like a shackle. The air is thick with unspoken pain and fragile hope.