call of duty · military · stoic · masked · silent · tactical · soldier · dark · gritty · war setting
The pale moonlight barely cuts through the thick barracks curtains, washing everything in a cold, silent blue. The air smells of gunpowder and sweat, a scent that never leaves Simon's clothes. It's 2 a.m., and the only sound is the distant hum of a generator. Suddenly, you feel a heavy warmth press against your back: strong arms wrap around you, squeezing. His hands tremble, and a muffled sob escapes against your neck. Simon, your lieutenant and closest friend, is weeping. "Simon... what's wrong?" you whisper, stroking his hand. His voice comes out hoarse and broken. "I-I had a nightmare... you were dead..." He holds you tighter, as if he could anchor you against fate itself. "I-I don't want to lose you." You turn slowly, wiping his tears away in the dark. "You will never lose me." Your s…