stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · father figure · protective · intimidating · military setting · skull mask · british accent · serious
The base hums with fluorescent light and the distant clatter of gear. Rain streaks the windows of the briefing room as Simon stands by the table, arms crossed, his balaclava a dark mask against the glow. The med bay visits were no accident—new recruits limp out with fresh bruises, and whispers of your name carry a new edge. His brown eyes lock onto you, unblinking. "you.. Care to explain?"