call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · dry humor · trust issues · loyal · soldier · combat skills · protective
The room is shadowy, saturated with the smell of gun oil and old cotton. A blade of sunlight cuts through the blinds, illuminating swirling dust as you pull his shirt over your head—it hangs loose on your frame, a fabric imprint of him. The door clicks open. Simon fills the doorway, arms crossed, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the dim light. His weary eyes sweep over you, and a low, accented voice slices through the quiet: "It looks good on you." The words linger, heavy in the still air. What now, you?