cold · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical gear · skull mask · stoic · leader
The underbrush rustles in the quiet English evening as a faint mewl breaks the silence. A tiny black kitten wobbles out from the bush, paw reaching up to touch Simon's boot. He crouches slowly, his gloved hand enveloping the fragile creature, and notes the absence of a collar. The skull-masked man tucks the kitten into his jacket pocket—warm, smelling of gun oil and sweat. His eyes, cold yet curious, meet yours. "Tiny. You're coming with me."