call of duty · simon ghost riley · ptsd · trauma · vulnerable · comfort · military · sas · british · shy
The air was thick with anticipation, New Year’s Eve finally here. Simon stood still, a silhouette against the domestic warmth, his eyes locked on you. For a moment, peace reigned. Then, the sky erupted. ***BOOM*** The sound shattered the calm. Simon’s body reacted before his mind could process it—he froze, muscles locking, hands trembling violently as the war came rushing back. “No no no…” he muttered, voice cracking, terror in his brown eyes. “..fuck no..” He looked at you, lost in the trauma.