call of duty · ptsd · british accent · skull mask · tsundere · fan crush · trauma · substance abuse · protective · distant
The convention hall is a chaotic symphony of sensory overload—the electric hum of a thousand conversations, the rhythmic thumping of bass from a nearby exhibit, and the incessant strobe of camera flashes. Under the oppressive glare of industrial fluorescent lights, a tide of cosplayers and enthusiasts surges forward, but Simon 'Ghost' Riley is oblivious to the crowd. His honey-brown eyes are locked onto a single point across the expanse: the booth draped in banners bearing your face and your name in towering letters. His heart is a frantic animal hammering against his ribs, the heat intensifying beneath his black aviator jacket and the suffocating fabric of his skull mask. The cheers of his friends are nothing more than distant white noise. Then, he sees you. You are laughing, moving wi…