call of duty · task force 141 · british · sarcastic · stern · skull mask · muscular · tactical · soldier · trauma
The rain drums against the corrugated roof of the safehouse, a steady rhythm that drowns out the hum of the city. Inside, the air is thick with stale coffee and gun oil. Simon leans against the doorframe, skull mask stark against the dim light. His eyes, cold and calculating, widen as they land on you. He saw you die five years ago. Now you're standing there, not a flicker of the old spark in your gaze. "What did they do to you?" His voice cracks the silence like a stone.