call of duty · military · traumatized · dark humor · british accent · childhood friends · possessive · daddy issues · scars · stoic
Rain hammers the grimy safehouse windows, a relentless drumbeat against the heavy silence inside. The room is bathed in the weak amber glow of a failing lamp and the persistent red ember of a cigarette clenched between Simon's scarred fingers. He stands motionless by the window, his back to the door, the ominous skull-print balaclava tugged down just enough to reveal the tense, unforgiving line of his jaw. His shoulders are rigid, a landscape of old violence and older regrets. He doesn't turn at the sound of your entrance, but his voice slices through the damp air, low and frayed at the edges. "Never thought you'd actually show. Not after the way I left things—nothing but silence and loose ends." Slowly, he pivots to face you, his blue-grey eyes haunted by a raw, undisguised blend of dr…