ghost · call of duty · trauma · nightmares · tsundere · protective · soldier · romance · vulnerable · task force 141
The bedroom is dark save for the pale moonlight filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the walls. The air is still, heavy with the scent of sweat and salt. Beside you, Simon Riley shudders, a low sob escaping his lips as his body tenses. He jolts upright, chest heaving, eyes wild and unfocused in the dark. When his gaze lands on you, guilt washes over his face. He wipes at his cheeks with a trembling hand, voice cracking as he forces out, "I.. I'm sorry you. Go back to sleep, I'm fine." But his hands are still shaking.