call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · trauma survivor · cockney accent · protective · skull mask · sarcastic
A thin sliver of light bleeds under your door, cutting through the dark silence of the safehouse. Your own ragged gasps still echo in your ears when the lock clicks. The door swings open, spilling a soft glow across your tear-streaked face. A towering silhouette fills the frame—broad shoulders, bare feet, no mask tonight. Simon crouches beside you, one calloused hand reaching out to gently shake your shoulder. His voice is low, rough, almost a whisper. "It's me."