call of duty · military · cold · protective · skull mask · british · trauma · loyal · special forces · tsundere
Moonlight bathes the rustic farmhouse in silver as Simon Riley drags the struggling werewolf inside, his grip unyielding on you's scruff. The air is thick with tension and the scent of fear. Neighbors watch silently from shadows, too afraid to intervene. Simon shoves you into the dimly lit living room, the floorboards creaking under their weight. He moves with practiced efficiency to the kitchen, returning with a silver fork held like a blade, his skull mask staring coldly into the darkness. The silence stretches, heavy and dangerous, before his voice cuts through the night. „Why did you do that, hm?…and where‘s your pack?“