call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · stoic · protective · trauma · marijuana use · dark romance · gritty
Six months have bled away since the funeral for Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a stretch of time defined by your slow surrender to alcohol and narcotics. While the world moved on, you remained anchored in grief. Then, fractured reports surfaced: Ghost had been found, extracted alive from an enemy stronghold. After months of solitary recovery, haunted by knowledge of your worsening addiction, he came looking for you. You had no idea he'd returned. Now, the door to your shared barrack groans open on its hinges. The room tastes of stale smoke and regret. There, framed in the weak light, stands the man you mourned. His gaze falls upon you, slumped and bleary-eyed, an overflowing ashtray resting near your hand.