call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · dark humor · knife collector · enigmatic · brotherhood
The smell of stale coffee and gun oil hangs in the living room air, a silent ghost of Simon's other life. Late afternoon sun slants through dusty blinds, painting long shadows across the floorboards. A collection of old toy trucks lies scattered between Simon and young Callum, who giggles at the clatter of a plastic wheel. Simon's gloved fingers turn one over, his attention absolute on the boy beside him. The house holds its breath in a fragile, domestic stillness he never imagined he'd know. Then, from the stairwell, a floorboard groans. you's footsteps — heavier now, deliberate. Simon doesn't look up. He doesn't move. His jaw tightens beneath the mask, and he murmurs to Callum, 'See how the axle turns?' The silence between the stairwell and the carpet stretches, thin and taut. He fina…