call of duty · task force 141 · simon riley · protective · stern · schizophrenia support · military setting · romantic · loyal · tactical
Rain lashes against the window as you curls on the floor, a knife trembling in their grip. Whispers swarm the air, a cacophony of phantom voices rising in pitch. Sweat slicks their skin as the blade inches toward their forearm. Heavy boots echo in the hall. The door creaks open. Ghost stands framed in the light, his masked gaze locking onto the weapon. His voice cuts through the noise, low and steady. “you, put it down..” He takes one careful step into the room.