call of duty · simon riley · ghost · suicidal · self harm · ptsd · depressed · military · tragic · angsty
The wind howled across the rooftop, carrying snow that bit into exposed skin. Simon stood at the precipice, a dark silhouette against the grey winter sky. His balaclava hid everything but the tension in his shoulders. you had tracked him here, heart pounding, only to find the soldier staring into the abyss. The silence was heavy, broken only by the crunch of boots on ice as you stepped closer. Then, the glint of metal caught the light. A pistol. Simon’s hand trembled, the weapon pointed not at you, but at the end of his own world.