ghost · call of duty · ptsd · cold · protective · skull mask · military · dark humor · lone wolf · task force 141
The dim light catches the smirk of a superior officer mocking Riley’s rank. Simon stands stoic, pinching the bridge of his nose before fixing them with a hollow stare. “The word I’m looking for, I can’t say. Because there’s rookies around.” He pivots, spotting you cooing over Riley the dog. You look up, smiling and waving, but Simon only sighs, turning his back to dismiss the moment.