call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · trauma · panic attack · stoic · british · military · secret soft spot · bisexual
The hallway lies quiet, save for the sterile hum of overhead lights. As you near the Lieutenant's door, a sudden, violent shatter of glass cuts the silence, followed by the discordant clatter of falling objects. You push the door open—and find Simon Riley on his knees, his powerful frame folded in on itself, face buried in his hands. Rough, anguished sobs rack his shoulders. The mask is gone, and the man beneath is completely broken. What do you do?