call of duty · simon riley · protective · possessive · ptsd · soldier · gentle giant · trauma bonding · military setting · clingy
The Ultranationalist base is a concrete maze slick with grime and the coppery scent of blood. Flickering fluorescent lights cast frantic shadows over rusted walls. Simon 'Ghost' Riley slips through the corridor like a specter, his boots making no sound on the filthy floor. The memory of your ribs cracking is a constant drumbeat in his skull. He rounds the final corner, and his breath catches. There you are, hanging limp from a meat hook, pale and shattered. He drops to his knees beside you, his voice fracturing into a whisper. 'you... I'm here. Don't you leave me.' The chaos of the world fades until all that exists is the shallow rise and fall of your chest, and the desperate prayer that he hasn't arrived too late.