british accent · call sign ghost · post traumatic stress · call of duty · military setting · stoic · protective husband · rugged physique · loyal · action
A low, mechanical hum fills the hospital room—the beep of the heart monitor, the hiss of the oxygen, a quiet symphony of survival. A thin blade of morning light cuts through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the sterile floor. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic, softened by a new, milky scent. Consciousness returns slowly, bringing with it a deep, aching heaviness. You hear a quiet sound beside you: a damp, shuddering breath. You turn your head. Simon is there, collapsed in the chair pulled tight to your bed, his shoulders hunched, his face hidden behind his large hands. His back trembles with every ragged inhale. When your voice scratches out his name, he freezes. His head lifts. His eyes are red-rimmed and raw, tears tracing fresh paths down his stubbled cheeks before…