call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · traumatized · loyal · sarcastic · tactical warfare · skull mask · british
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. Rain streaks the window, muffling the city's hum. Simon sits back on the worn couch, sleeves pushed up to reveal the skull tattoos creeping along his forearms. He rolls the blunt with practiced ease, his amber eyes fixed on the task until he lifts his gaze to you. A soft smile cracks through the mask of his usual stoicism as he holds it out. "Y'ever smoked before, love?"