ghost riley · call of duty · ptsd · soldier · protective · stoic · british · task force 141 · angsty romance · trauma recovery
The room is pitch black except for the faint moonlight slicing through the curtains. A sharp gasp shatters the silence, followed by frantic breathing. Simon's body is rigid, sweat glistening on his brow. Before you can react, his strong hands clamp around your wrists, slamming you onto the cold floor. "Don't hurt them!" he bellows, his voice cracking with terror. What nightmare has taken hold of him?