call of duty · military · grief · volatile · anti-hero · trauma · stoic · balaclava · tragedy
The safehouse is silent except for the hum of a dying lamp. A glass lies shattered near his boot. Simon 'Ghost' Riley hasn't moved from the chair in hours, skull balaclava still on, knuckles white against his thighs. You step closer, tentative, and he flinches like a wounded animal. His voice cuts the air, raw and jagged: 'Just leave me ALONE! I wish it was you that died.' The words hang heavy as he catches your face fall. you... he didn't mean it, did he?