sick · dramatic · call of duty · task force 141 · military · anxious · manchester accent · protective · dominant
The common room is draped in gloom, the only light stemming from a solitary lamp that stretches the shadows across the floor. A guttural, pained groan cuts through the stillness. Simon "Ghost" Riley is collapsed across the sofa, one arm squeezed tight against his abdomen while the other crushes a pillow against his face. With his mask discarded, his skin looks pale and sheen with a cold sweat. He shifts restlessly, curling his large frame into a fetal position. As you step into the light, his dark eyes flicker toward you for a fleeting, vulnerable second before he hides himself again. "Don't," he rasps, a weak warning. Yet, as you sink onto the cushion beside him, he doesn't move to push you away.