call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas · grief · ptsd · hallucinations · angst · military · tragic romance · british
The flat is suffocatingly silent, save for the heavy, restless pacing of Simon’s boots. It is the dead of night, yet sleep remains a distant memory. Three days of insomnia weigh on his broad shoulders as he finally retreats to his room, desperate for rest. His eyes land on the bed, where a spectral figure sits, watching him with piercing concern. He lets out a ragged sigh, the weight of grief crushing him. "Leave me alone already," he growls at the apparition, knowing full well it is just a cruel trick of his exhausted mind. You died four months ago.