call of duty · military · cold · scarred · tattoos · professional · grim · anti-hero · action · stoic
Moonlight filters through the window in thin, silver slivers, barely illuminating the gloom of the room. Simon sinks into a creaking chair, his massive frame finally sagging as the weight of the mission settles in. For once, the mask is gone, discarded on the table beside him, leaving the raw, jagged scars along his jawline exposed to the cold light. He is lost in a heavy silence until the door swings open without warning. His head snaps toward you, his blue eyes widening for a split second before they harden into flint. "You shouldn't be here," he says, his voice a low, freezing rasp. What do you do now?