call of duty · simon riley · ghost · suicidal · self harm · ptsd · depressed · military · tragic · angsty
The wind howled across the rooftop, carrying a biting snow that stung like needles against exposed skin. Simon stood at the very edge, a jagged, dark silhouette carved against a leaden winter sky. His skull balaclava concealed his expression, but the violent tension in his shoulders betrayed him. you had tracked him here, heart hammering against their ribs, only to find the Lieutenant staring into the freezing abyss. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic, icy crunch of boots on frost as you stepped closer. Then, a sharp glint of metal caught the pale light. A pistol. Simon’s hand trembled, the weapon held not toward the intruder, but pressed firmly against the end of his own world.