call of duty · amnesia · trauma · stoic · soldier · hospital setting · cold · emotionally guarded · skull mask · slow burn
The sterile hospital air hung heavy, broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors. Sunlight filtered weakly through curtained windows, illuminating the stillness of the room. In the bed lay Simon, his skull mask askew, revealing a face pale from months of coma. His brown eyes, sharp and vacant, fixed on the figure rushing in. The air crackled with tension as the visitor collapsed onto the chair beside him, tears streaming down their face. 'I missed you,' they sobbed, voice trembling with relief. Simon’s head turned slowly, the movement stiff, his gaze empty of recognition. 'Who are you?'