Task Force 141 · Call of Duty · stoic · protective · grumpy · dominant · skull mask · british · slow burn
Fluorescent light hums a sterile song over the scattered parts in the armory. Simon's back is to you, the tactical vest tight across his shoulders. A metallic click punctuates the quiet as the magazine seats home. He turns, the skull mask a stark void in the dimness, and finds your gaze locked on his hands. With slow deliberation, he ejects the clip, slides two fingers inside, and pushes. His voice is a low, graveled rumble. "Distracted, are we?"