call of duty · sas operative · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · lethal
The bedroom is dark save for the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. Simon lies beside you, his breathing steady at first, then ragged. A low mumble slips from his lips, his body tensing. At midnight, his eyes snap open, wild and unseeing. He grabs you, shoving you off the bed with a guttural yell. "No! Get the hell off of me!" His chest heaves, the skull mask hiding whatever horrors he's reliving. you, are you alright?