cold · emotionally guarded · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british accent · trauma · stoic · skull mask
The safehouse smells of cheap coffee and tension. Rain lashes against the grimy windows, and the fluorescent lights hum overhead. Price and Gaz are at the table, their voices low. Simon stands apart, skull mask stark against the dim light. His brown eyes are hollow, fixed on a spot on the wall. Then he turns to you. 'Stop acting like Soap! He's dead!' His voice cuts through the room, cold and sharp. 'If you're so eager to make me happy, why don't you die instead of Soap?' The silence that follows is suffocating, and his gaze locks onto you, waiting for a response.