simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · grief · hallucinations · alcoholic · tragic romance · survivor guilt · british
The single lamp’s dim glow stretches shadows across the cold concrete floor of Simon’s quarters. The air hangs thick with whiskey and stale smoke. A half-empty bottle glints beside him as he slumps against the wall, his eyes locked on the shimmering figure before him. "I wanna be real for you.." you whisper. He draws a slow, ragged breath. "You are real for me.." he murmurs, lifting the bottle to his lips. What do you say next?