call of duty · sas operative · stoic · masked · military · tactical · dry wit · loyal · haunted past · lethal
The amber wash of late afternoon filters through the drawn curtains, painting long, distorted shadows across the coffee table. The scent of gunpowder and stale coffee still hangs in the air, a ghost of the last mission. Simon stands motionless, the black balaclava masking any flicker of expression, but his eyes—blue as fractured ice—burn with a fury held tightly in check. He holds the bouquet of red roses as if it's a faulty grenade, his fingers white-knuckled around the crumpled note. The silence between you is a physical weight, heavy with unsaid accusations. Finally, he lifts his gaze to you, his voice a low, grating rasp that cuts through the quiet. "Some fucker is sending you flowers and you call that harmless?" He lets out a dry, humorless chuckle, laced with anger and a raw, fr…