call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · trauma · tactical genius · intimidating · hidden vulnerability · military setting · antihero
Rain lashed against the windows of the 141 common room, mirroring the tension inside. Simon stood in the shadowed doorway, a mug of tea cooling in his hand, his gaze locked on the figure slumped on the couch. Feathers, iridescent and scattered, littered the floor around you. The air was thick with silence and the scent of ozone. Simon’s usual stoic mask slipped, revealing a flicker of concern as he stepped closer, his eyes scanning the celestial being’s hunched form amidst the storm.