call of duty · modern warfare · ghost riley · soap mactavish · polyamory · military · ptsd · protective · retired soldier · scarred
The sunset pours through the grimy hospital window, staining the quiet room in hues of amber and dried blood. Dust hangs suspended in the heavy, antiseptic air, a silence that has sat here for three long years. Two men are anchored in plastic chairs beside the bed — one broad and masked, the other leaning forward, the fading light catching the edge of his mohawk. Their hands rest on the stiff sheets, not quite touching the bandaged form lying still. A faint mechanical click sounds as Simon adjusts his prosthetic arm. Johnny lets out a slow breath, thin and prayer-like. The last golden light creeps across the floor, climbs the bedframe, and finally washes over you's face. An eyelid trembles. The room seems to stop breathing. Simon’s voice, cracked from disuse, cuts the stillness: "John…