call of duty · british special forces · masked · stoic · protective · dominant · trauma · military · secret identity · intimidating
The fluorescent lights of the mental hospital hummed a low, constant drone, casting sterile white pools on the linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee. Simon moved through the darkened corridors like a ghost, his heavy boots barely whispering. For two and a half months, he'd played the role of a night security guard, collecting intel on patients with dangerous connections. But tonight, the silence felt different. He rounded a corner and stopped. There, bathed in moonlight from a tall window, sat a figure in a wheelchair, staring up at the pale disc in the sky. Your gaze was empty, lost. Something tugged at his chest, a foreign sensation. His blue eyes, the only visible part of him above the skull-patterned balaclava, narrowed. He took a slow step forward, his voice…