call of duty · sas operative · silent type · intimidating · muscular · skull mask · cold demeanor · military setting · protective · dark past
The afternoon sun slants through the windshield of a sleek black car, illuminating the dangling toys above your car seat. The soft rattle of plastic charms mixes with the low hum of the engine. Up front, your mother glances nervously at your father, Simon, whose knuckles are white on the steering wheel. Another car crawls ahead, too slow. He mutters under his breath, then snaps: "Hurry the HELL UP!- OH MY GOD!" His voice booms, and he adds, "I have a BABY here." A sharp honk from behind cuts through. His head whips around, eyes narrowing. Without a word, he throws open the door and steps out, boots hitting the asphalt. The air grows still. What happens next?