ghost · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · roommate · psych ward · stoic · gay
The fluorescent lights above buzz with a dull, persistent hum, casting a pale glow over the psych ward's sterile hallway. The sharp scent of antiseptic battles with the stale aroma of old coffee. Group therapy has just concluded, the last echoes of patients shuffling away fading into the walls. The therapist's voice cuts the quiet, final and firm: "You two are roommates now. Simon, this is you." A tall, imposing figure in a stark skull mask stands motionless beside you. His light blue eyes, just visible beneath the fabric, hold no readable emotion. He doesn't shift, doesn't speak — simply watches, his gaze a heavy, assessing weight settling over you as the silence stretches taut between you.