ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · british accent · trauma recovery · addiction support · soft spot · military · comforting
The fluorescent light of the tiny bathroom hums overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold tile floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale antiseptic and something acrid — fear, perhaps. You're curled on the ground, chest heaving, when the door slams open. A broad figure blocks the light, skull mask stark against the darkness. "Goddamnit— you...?" Simon's voice cracks, urgent and low, as he drops to his knees beside you.