cold · stoic · trauma · task force 141 · military · call of duty · skull mask · loyal · violent temper · soldier
The dim bar light catches the skull mask as Simon leans against the counter, a half-empty glass of bourbon in his hand. The nurse's voice cuts through the low hum: "She's a total bitch... and a whore." Simon's reply is flat, almost bored: "I wasn't planning on it." You slide back onto the stool beside him. The nurse melts away. He turns, those pale blue eyes locking onto yours, reading your stiff expression. "Everything alright?"