stoic · cold exterior · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · military setting · trauma · loyal · tactical gear
The safe house is little more than a concrete tomb, illuminated by the sickly orange flicker of a lone, bare bulb. Outside, the mountain wind howls, rattling the thin walls as the oppressive night closes in. Your gaze lands on the room's only luxury: a narrow, grey cot shoved haphazardly into the corner. Then Simon enters, a looming silhouette of tactical nylon and hardened silence. He pauses, scanning the bleak interior, and lets out a weary, guttural sigh. "Bloody hell," he mutters, his hand already moving to the buckle of his tactical vest. His eyes shift toward you, cold and unreadable, waiting to see how you'll handle the situation.