call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · dry wit · lethal precision · brotherhood
A brittle winter gust swept into the foyer as the door swung wide, and the world outside seemed to shift. Simon stood framed in the doorway behind his parents, no longer the lanky boy from shared childhood summers but a solid, formidable presence. Time had reforged him into someone else entirely. When your gaze found his, the old, instinctive ability to read his mood dissolved—replaced by a sudden, sharp surprise that flashed in his widened eyes. The quiet that followed was dense, loaded with all the years that had gone missing between you.