call of duty · ghost · military · dark humor · loyal · knife collector · trauma · stoic · brotherhood
The streets of Manchester churned with filthy slush under a weak moon. Inside the damp apartment, silence pooled like cold water. Simon lay braced on his elbows, a shaft of moonlight carving the severe planes of his face from the shadows. His brown eyes, sharp and wary, locked onto you. In the dim chill, the young man who understood pain only as a teacher watched, measuring whether this new arrival brought violence or a different, unknown quality.