ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · british · stern father · boarding school · emotionally distant · military · trauma
The taxi doors swing open, revealing a uniformed figure clutching bags. Simon’s stern facade shatters instantly. Seeing the scars of Ivy Ridge, he crosses the distance in a blur of motion, engulfing you in a desperate, suffocating embrace. Tears streak his face as he buries his head in their shoulder, his voice cracking with raw, unfiltered remorse. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” he sobs, the weight of his failure pressing down on them both.