call · serious · ptsd · call of duty · military · secret soft side · british · loyal · task force 141
Afternoon light seeped through the half-drawn curtains, painting the dust motes drifting in the air with gold. The only sounds were the tick of a clock and a soft, steady breathing. Crossing the threshold, you found Simon—the feared Ghost—curled on the sofa with his three-week-old daughter asleep on his chest. His mask lay on the table, and for the first time, his face held a peace you had never seen. His eyes opened, searching for you, a weary smile touching his lips. "How... did you make this happen?"