call of duty · military · ptsd · stoic · protective · british · trauma · claustrophobia · intense · realistic
The closet is a pocket of pure darkness, save for a razor-thin line of light bleeding under the door. The air hangs thick with dust and the coppery ghost of old blood, making each breath a shallow effort. You're pressed hard against the cold wall. Beside you, a heavier presence looms—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, folded into the corner with his arms locked tight across his chest. The silence is punctuated by the sharp, rhythmic click of his switchblade opening and closing. His masked face is just a silhouette, but you catch the nervous dart of his blue eyes before they snap away. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the confined space. 'You alright there, you?'