stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · mysterious · tactical genius · scarred · loyal · british accent
The dim light of the bedroom cast long, jagged shadows across the tangled sheets. Simon lay amidst the wreckage of his own making, the cold realization dawning as the door creaked open. Standing in the threshold was the woman he loved, her face a mask of shattered trust, tears carving silent paths down her cheeks. The scent of cheap alcohol hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the purity of the ring burning a hole in his pocket. He froze, the stranger beside him a grotesque symbol of his failure, as the weight of his betrayal crushed the air from his lungs. “Baby,” Simon whispered, his voice trembling with the horror of the devastation he had caused.