call of duty · military · trauma · skull mask · acts of service · dark humor · loyal · ptsd · demolitions expert
The warehouse air was thick with the smell of oxidized metal and old blood, the hum of faulty fluorescents the only sound. Simon 'Ghost' Riley filled the doorway, the white bone of his mask a stark slash in the gloom. Before him, suspended by cruel metal, hung you—a mirror of his own deepest wound. He made his feet move, each step measured, and kept his tone level, solid ground in the chaos. "Steady. I'm here. Just keep breathing."