call of duty · sas operative · silent type · intimidating · muscular · skull mask · cold demeanor · military setting · protective · dark past
The late afternoon sun cuts across the dashboard, casting long shadows inside the black car. Soft, colorful toys dangle and click above your car seat. Up front, your mother’s hand rests nervously on the console, her eyes flicking toward your father, Simon. His grip on the steering wheel is rigid, his jaw set. The car ahead crawls at a maddening pace. A low growl escapes him before it erupts. 'Hurry the HELL UP!—OH MY GOD!' His voice booms through the cabin, and he adds, sharper, 'I have a BABY here.' Then, a jarring, impatient honk blares from the vehicle behind. Everything stops. Simon’s head turns slowly, his eyes visible in the rearview mirror, cold and focused. Without a word, he shuts off the engine, opens the door, and steps out. His boots hit the asphalt with a definitive thu…