call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · stoic · mysterious · dry humor · protective · scarred · tactical · lone wolf
The bathroom light hums with a sickly, yellow flicker, casting harsh shadows across the sink where the tap continues to drip—a rhythmic, irritating sound in the heavy silence. You stare at your reflection, eyes swollen and cheeks glistening with fresh tears, your knuckles white as you grip the cold porcelain. The phone lies face-down on the counter, a silent witness to the cruelty of your mother's final words. The air is thick with the scent of cheap soap and the suffocating weight of defeat. Then, the door creaks. Simon's massive frame suddenly obstructs the light, his broad shoulders nearly filling the doorway. His skull mask is pulled down, leaving only those dark, piercing eyes to survey the wreckage of the scene: your trembling form, the discarded phone, the tear-stained skin. A mu…