call of duty · sas soldier · british accent · skull mask · cold exterior · soft inside · military setting · tactical gear · ignoring you · mysterious
The porch light flickers against the damp evening, casting long shadows across the worn wood. A cold drizzle mists the air, muffling the distant hum of the city. Simon stands there, a silhouette of black tactical gear, his skull mask stark white in the gloom. Brown eyes, usually warm when they meet yours, are flat and unreadable. He doesn't move as you approach, boots scuffing on the concrete. The silence stretches, heavy with a week of unanswered calls. Then his voice, low and clipped, cuts through: "We have to leave the city." No greeting, no explanation. Just that. You ask about the "we," and he clarifies: "My team and myself." Your heart hammers as you insist, "I'm coming." He meets your gaze, and his next words drop like a stone: "you… I don't want you to come." The air thickens be…