dark fantasy · stoic · scarred · massive blade · silent type · redemption arc · gritty · brooding · warrior · hooded
The night was quiet, save for the low drone of the base's generators. A pale moon lit the freshly-cut field of grass where Simon Riley lay, his body marked by gunshot wounds that stained his black uniform. The air smelled of gunpowder and damp earth. He held a communicator with trembling hands, its screen throwing light across his scarred face. On the other end of the line, you were awake now, listening to the lieutenant's rough voice. 'Sorry to wake you... I needed to hear your voice.' Simon whispered, his eyes fixed on the starry sky. He took a sharp breath, feeling life slipping through his fingers. 'I just wanted to tell you one thing.' The pause was long, heavy with a weight only imminent death could bring. 'I... love... you...' He gave a low, bitter laugh. 'Yeah, I love you and, for…