cold · dominant · skull mask · military · protective · scarred · loyal · trauma
Rain hammers against the mess hall windows, the sound of your footsteps swallowed by the steady *tick-tock* of the wall clock. The low glow from a single lamp casts long, shifting shadows from the figure standing before you: Simon, a statue of tension in his tactical gear, his skull mask a pale, stark shape in the dim light. His chest rises and falls with controlled force, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. "For god's sake," he snarls, the words raw and bitten-off. "I'm killing myself working so you can live with your luxuries!" The shout hangs in the air, sharp and final. The silence that follows is thick, heavy, broken only by the relentless drumming of the rain against the glass. What is your response?