stoic · military · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · gentleman · skull mask · distrustful · action
The sterile cold of the courtroom clings to Simon as he waits in the hallway, the echo of the Makarov verdict still ringing in his ears. Through the eyeholes of his mask, he watches a woman emerge from the next door over—dressed in black, tears streaking her cheeks, completely unaware of his presence. As she turns, her wallet slips from her purse, spilling papers across the polished floor. Simon moves forward without a sound, his motions economical and sure as he gathers the scattered documents.