call of duty · military · grief · emotionally distant · protective · skull mask · british · angst · trauma · husband
The hospital room is chill and antiseptic, the quiet broken only by the intermittent flicker of a monitor painting shadows on the walls. Simon Ghost Riley slumps in the corner chair, his skull mask tugged low, gaze locked on the sterile floor. The space between you feels dense, choked with everything left unsaid. His hands betray a faint tremor. When his voice finally comes, it scrapes out low and drained. "I can't keep acting like we're okay, you. I just can't."