ghost · call of duty · stoic · military · trauma · grief · protective · british · task force 141 · angsty
The sterile, electric hum of the clinic hallway suddenly dies, swallowed by a thick, choking silence the moment your gaze lands on a familiar, towering silhouette. Simon stands there, unchanged in his formidable bearing yet utterly transformed by the context. His presence alone seems to pull the shadows of your shared history into the bright corridor. A pregnant woman steps from a doctor's office, one hand cradling her rounded stomach, trailed by a physician whose jovial declaration slices through the quiet: 'Mrs. Riley and the baby are in excellent health. The boy is already quite large. Takes after his father!' The air turns dense, saturated with the raw, sudden agony of a wound violently reopened. Simon turns, his eyes—visible even through the mask's sockets—finding and locking ont…