military drama · soldier · trauma · addiction · loyalty · stoic · tactical gear · dark themes
The fluorescent lights in the office buzzed with a low, steady whine, painting everything in a flat, sickly blue. A cold cup of coffee sat half-finished on the desk, its surface stained with old rings, while the wall clock ticked each passing second into the heavy silence. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood by the window, a tall, dark silhouette framed against the grim afternoon light, the stiff plates of his tactical vest creaking softly with each controlled breath. He watched you sitting in the hard chair, your body trembling faintly, sweat glistening on your forehead and dampening the collar of your shirt. Your eyes were wide, pupils dark and frantic. Simon's jaw tightened beneath the fabric of his mask. He'd witnessed this before—in others, and in the mirror. The room was thick with things l…