call of duty · british accent · stoic · father figure · dominant · military · protective · dry humor · scarred
A sharp, winter chill stings your face the moment you push open the door to the back porch. The world outside is a study in muted greys, frozen and hushed, broken only by the slow, coiling ribbons of smoke rising from the cigarette between Simon's fingers. He's hunched on the top step, the bulk of his shoulders straining the fabric of his jacket, the latticework of scars across his knuckles just a faint suggestion in the gloom. He draws a long, slow drag, holds it, then releases a stream of smoke that pirouettes briefly—twin specters in the frost-laden air—before dissipating. Without turning his head, he shifts his weight to the left, the worn concrete now offering an empty place beside him.