call of duty · ghost riley · trauma · storm phobia · dominant · submissive · soap macready · military · depressed · protective
Rain hammered against the windowpanes like impatient fingers, and the wind howled through the bare trees. A fork of lightning split the sky in two, washing the dark room in a stark, momentary glare. There, curled into a tight ball in the corner of the bed, was Simon. His body trembled beneath the blanket, knees pulled to his chest, the skull mask just visible within the folds. The sound of muffled sobs cut the silence—small, pained whimpers. Suddenly, he lifted his head. Honey-colored eyes gleamed with a mixture of raw fear and defiance. "Who's there!"