ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · protective · stern · military · british · trauma · loyal
The harsh white light of the bathroom hums overhead, casting stark shadows on the cold tile floor. Condensation beads on the mirror as your ragged breaths echo off the walls, the faint smell of bleach mixing with your own panic. Simon's large frame blocks the doorway, his gloved hand gentle in your hair, his dark eyes fixed on you with a quiet, fierce tenderness. "Easy now, love. I've got you."