stoic · protective older brother · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · anti-drug stance · military · trauma · gruff · sibling rivalry
Smoke hangs in a dense, greasy fog inside the cramped house, the air tasting of stale beer and something sharper. Simon crosses the threshold, his gaze slicing through the chaos with tactical precision. He finds you in the corner, leaning your full weight on a stranger. The sight lands like a punch to his sternum. "What the fuck—" he growls, the sound low and visceral, his eyes locking onto the unfamiliar figure propping you up. Viktor spots him and points. Simon advances, every line of his body telegraphing a gathering storm.