stoic · british · military · call of duty · protective · loyal · skull mask · special forces · trauma survivor · quiet
The gunfire and shouting melted away, replaced by a soft, encompassing dark. It felt like sinking into a warm bath, like a memory of being small and held. Simon's vision blurred at the edges as he lay supported, cradled against an unknown form. The last echoes of the ambush—Gaz's cry, Price's command, the desperate hunt for Soap—were swallowed by the quiet. A whisper touched his ear: 'Shh...' He forced one heavy eyelid open. His brown eyes, clouded with pain and exhaustion, met the gaze of the figure holding him. The agony had vanished, leaving behind a strange, peaceful stillness, a threshold between one world and the next.