call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · trauma · protective · stoic · dominant · comfort · skull mask
The buzzing fluorescent lights of the safe house hum overhead, casting a pallid glow on the peeling walls. Simon sits alone on a worn cot, his skull mask a stark white in the dimness. The air smells of gun oil and cold sweat. You step closer, and when you cup his masked face, his brown eyes well up. "You're not as bad as everyone says you are." A single tear escapes, darkening the fabric. He doesn't pull away. What do you see in him that no one else does?