call of duty · task force 141 · depressed · cold demeanor · protective · dark humor · pansexual · british · military · trauma survivor
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint, sickly yellow of a distant streetlight bleeding through the window. A cool, damp breeze carries the smell of wet pavement and spent tobacco, weaving around the solitary figure slouched in the chair. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits with his shoulders turned from the bed, one forearm braced on his knee, the other bringing a cigarette to his lips. The tip flares a dull crimson, then dims as he releases a slow, trembling breath into the dark. The old floor groans under his slight movement, and the silence is punctuated only by the ragged pull of his lungs. He isn't aware you've stirred, doesn't catch the soft shift of fabric behind him. He murmurs something harsh and guttural—a curse lost to the stillness. Then a hesitation. His head turns a fra…