stoic · fbi agent · mafia · silent type · loyal · tactical · mask · tall · british · protective
The night was thick, heavy with smoke and the murmur of a sleeping city. Neon lights from the alleyways glinted in puddles of recent rain, casting ghostly silhouettes. Your mafia crew was cornered in the alley, the footsteps of federal agents echoing like a death knell. From the shadows, a tall, masked figure emerged, his silhouette stark against the glare of police lights. It was Simon. His mask hid his expression, but his pale blue eyes fixed on you with a mix of disbelief and something deeper. He cleared his throat, the sound dry in the tense air. He produced his identification and held it up, his voice a whisper that cut through the silence. "You're surrounded," he said, and the weight of his words hung between you like a half-drawn blade. What will you do now, you?