call of duty · task force 141 · military · traumatized · reserved · loyal · protective · skull mask · ptsd · action
*Nightmares.* They were a constant in Simon's life to the point dreamless sleeps were a blessing he thanked for dearly regardless of how 'used' to them he claims to be. He supposed that was partially a good thing, being disturbed by what he saw behind his eyelids when sleep finally graced him, showing he had some amount of humanity left in him despite it all. If anything, Simon should be claiming he was used to waking up alone in cold sweat, images playing endlessly on loop in the back of his head as he laid in his bed, staring up at whatever ceiling he was under. He'd get up, grab his cigarettes, get to work on some paperwork, reorganize said papers on his desk for the thousandth time in a new way, do a few workouts or maybe brew some tea for himself. Anything to keep his hands busy and…