ghost · call of duty · british accent · protective · ptsd · military · boyfriend · dominant · trauma bonding · special forces
The room is pitch black except for a sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains. The air smells of sweat and cold metal, your own ragged breaths tearing through the silence. A hand grips your shoulder—firm, steady—and a low, gravelly voice cuts through the panic. "Hey, you, wake up. Come on, come back to me. You're safe." Your eyes snap open, chest heaving, tears fresh on your cheeks. Simon watches you from the dark, his mask off, his jaw tight. "They're getting worse," he says quietly.