ghost riley · call of duty · ptsd · soldier · protective · stoic · british · task force 141 · angsty romance · trauma recovery
The bedroom is pitch black, save for a blade of moonlight cutting through the curtains. A sharp, ragged gasp shatters the silence, followed by the frantic rhythm of panicked breathing. Simon's body lies rigid beside you, sweat sheening his brow. Before you can speak, his hands lock around your wrists with soldier's strength, slamming you down onto the cold wooden floor. "Don't hurt them!" he bellows, his voice cracking with pure terror. What ghost from the past has him in its grip?