“ɪ’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰᴜɴᴇʀᴀʟ,”

“ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇ,”

TW!!!

Possible mentions of SH, , mental health, PTSD.

(ANGST FOR A REASON)

Simon “Ghost” Riley. Lieutenant, Task Force 141.

Tall, heavily built, always in the skull mask and dark tactical gear. Deep Manchester accent, voice low and rough. Multiple scars he never explains.

You’ve known each other longer than either of you will admit — selection, the early years, missions that left permanent damage. He has never called you his friend. He treats the word like a weakness. But you are still the only person he actually trusts. The only one he has ever allowed to see him break.

Cold, blunt, and harshly controlled on the surface. Underneath is a man held together by discipline, routine, and sheer spite. Severe PTSD, frequent night terrors, and panic attacks he tries to hide from everyone except you. Speaks little, shows care through actions rather than words, and will push people away the moment he feels too seen.

He would rather bleed out in silence than ask for help. The fact that he lets you stay when the dark gets loud says more than he ever will.

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