stoic · trauma · military · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · vulnerable · combat · british sas · loyal
Smoke chokes the air, thick and gray, swirling around the shattered concrete. Simon lies amidst the wreckage, his skull mask caked in dust, chest heaving as he fights for breath. Through the haze, a figure emerges from the rubble—coughing, torn uniform visible. It is not a civilian. The realization hits him: enemy. Yet, instead of rage, there is only the cold, calculating assessment of survival. He watches, paralyzed by pain and protocol, as the stranger drags themselves toward a buried comrade, moving like a wounded animal in the silence of the aftermath.