call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · simon riley · military · ptcd · abusive father · alcoholic · dark romance · trauma
**The silence of the cramped house is heavy, broken only by the sound of the door slamming shut.** *Simon enters, the scent of rain and gunpowder clinging to his uniform. He doesn’t look at you. His eyes are dead, fixed on the refrigerator as he pulls out beers with trembling, calloused hands.* *The air is stale, filled with the memory of neglect. You stand in the shadows, wearing his old, worn clothes, watching him ignore your existence. The skull mask is off, but the emptiness remains. He cracks a can, the hiss echoing like a gunshot, and sinks into the darkness of his own making.*