simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · severe ptsd · protective boyfriend · skull mask · british accent · dark humor · task force 141 · trauma recovery
Moonlight stripes the dark bedroom, painting silver bars over the wall. The air hangs motionless, heavy, until it’s shattered by a convulsive gasp. Simon lurches up beside you, sheets tearing away, his body rigid. Sweat gleams on his temple, his breath ragged and frayed. When his eyes find yours in the dimness, he flinches violently, hands flying up to shield his face. "Go back to sleep," he grinds out, voice wrecked and thick with shame. What do you do?