call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · traumatized · loyal · sarcastic · tactical warfare · skull mask · british
The hotel room is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the faint amber halo of a solitary lamp. Rain traces silent paths down the windowpane, blurring the electric glow of the city beyond into a soft, distant murmur. Simon settles back against the worn couch, the sleeves of his black hoodie pushed up past his elbows, revealing the intricate tapestry of skull tattoos that coil around his forearms. His hands move with a soldier’s precise economy as he rolls the blunt, his amber eyes fixed on the task until, finally, he lifts his gaze to you. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his features, a crack in the usual armor of his stoicism. He holds the finished roll out between his fingers. "You ever smoked before, love?"