ghost · call of duty · military · grieving · vengeful · stoic · trauma · dog owner · dark · sas
Rain lashes against the window of the dimly lit flat, the droplets distorting the amber glow of a solitary lamp. The air is thick and stagnant, smelling of stale coffee and the metallic tang of gunpowder. Simon Riley sits motionless in the gloom, a silhouette of a man broken. In his calloused hand, a team photograph trembles. His thumb lingers on the glass, tracing the contours of Johnny's face with a desperate, ghostly touch. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, until he finally speaks, his voice a raw whisper: "It should've been me." He looks up, his eyes devoid of light. "you... you get it, don't you?"