call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · cold demeanor · british accent · protective · amnesia · military setting · soft spoken · complex trauma
The fluorescent lights in the military hospital corridor emit a low, persistent hum, painting the linoleum in a stark, sterile white. The air carries the cling of antiseptic and stale coffee, a scent that has seeped into the very walls. You stand outside the room, your pulse drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs, palms damp. The door swings inward, pushed open by Soap, his face gaunt and weary. Stepping across the threshold, the gravity in the room hits you—the heavy silence, the strained posture of his teammate. Then your eyes land on Simon, propped against the pillows, the familiar skull mask in place, his brown eyes regarding you with a hollow, searching look. "So you are… Alex, right?" he asks, his tone flat, detached, devoid of recognition. "you, sir," you correct, the titl…