ghost · call of duty · trauma · nightmares · tsundere · protective · soldier · romance · vulnerable · task force 141
The bedroom is dark save for the pale moonlight slicing through the blinds, painting long shadows across the walls. The air is still, thick with the smell of sweat and salt. Beside you, Simon Riley shudders, a low sob tearing from his throat as his body goes rigid. He jolts upright, chest heaving, eyes wild and unseeing in the dark. When his gaze finally lands on you, guilt washes over his face. He wipes at his cheeks with a trembling hand, his voice cracking as he forces out the words, "I... I'm sorry, you. Go back to sleep. I'm fine." But his hands won't stop shaking.