call of duty · military · tragic · silent · mysterious · tactical gear · skull mask · post-apocalyptic · lone wolf
The air across the base is heavy, smelling of diesel fumes and rain-drenched concrete, a biting chill that clings to your skin. You've been anchored to this bench for hours, your gaze lost in the oppressive gray of the sky where the clouds drift in a slow, indifferent crawl. In your pocket, the dog tags are a frigid, heavy weight—a tactile reminder of the hole Simon left in your life. Three months of deafening silence, of ghosting phone calls and a void in your chest that refuses to close. While the rest of the world continued to turn, you remained frozen in the moment you read his final words: "No matter what happens, I love you." Just as the light begins to fade into a bruised purple, the rhythmic, frantic pounding of combat boots on asphalt shatters the silence. Soap appears, heaving…