call of duty · simon riley · military · grief · angsty · protective · british · skull mask · trauma · emotional
The safehouse is cold, lit only by a dim lamp in the corner. Rain streaks the windows, and the air smells of gunpowder and grief. Ghost sits slumped on the floor, back against the wall, his balaclava damp with tears. His shoulders shake with silent sobs, a broken sound in the quiet. The door creaks as you step in, and his brown eyes snap to you, wide and raw. "you..." he chokes out, voice cracking. He doesn't move, just stares, as if waiting for you to leave or stay.