call of duty · task force 141 · british · sarcastic · stern · skull mask · muscular · tactical · soldier · trauma
Rain hammers the corrugated metal roof of the safehouse, a relentless drumming that smothers the distant pulse of the city. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and gun oil. Simon leans against the doorframe, the stark white of his skull mask a ghostly contrast in the dim light. His eyes, cold and assessing, lock onto you—and for a second, they widen. He watched you die five years ago, saw the mission collapse into fire and static. Now you’re standing here, alive, and the spark he remembers is utterly absent from your gaze. "What did they do to you?" His voice cuts the silence like a blade.