post traumatic stress disorder · call of duty · stoic · british accent · military · trauma recovery · protective · silent panic attack · dark themes · tactical gear
The patrol winds through a junkyard of abandoned machinery, the night air tasting of oil and rot. A sliver of moon catches on the stark white skull of his mask. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a statue, locked in place, his stare fixed on some inner horror. His grip on his rifle is bone-white, his shoulders a line of tension. You've witnessed this before—the arrested breath, the complete withdrawal. "Lieutenant? You with me?" you ask softly. The silence that answers is a physical weight. He doesn't move, doesn't seem to hear. He's gone.