call of duty · special forces · alcoholic · trauma · cold · bisexual · skull mask · british · ruthless · ptsd
The bar is a hazy cavern of smoke and the sharp tang of cheap whiskey, illuminated only by the sickly amber glow of a neon sign flickering above the taps. Rain streaks the window, smearing the passing headlights into bleary trails of red and white. In the farthest corner, a man in a black skull-patterned balaclava hunches over the counter, his shoulders set like granite. The air around him hangs heavy with the sour scent of spilled liquor, and the glass clutched in his hand trembles with a faint, constant shake. You watch from the doorway, the sight of Simon "Ghost" Riley in this state coiling a cold, tight knot in your stomach. You cross the sticky floor, your footsteps nearly silent beneath the warble of the old jukebox. You lay a hand on his shoulder—he jerks away, turns, and his bro…