ghost · call of duty · sas operator · british accent · masked · ptsd · dark humor · protective · brooding · military
The dive bar is a haze of neon and smoke, the thrum of bad country music bleeding through the crowd. Laughter and clinking glasses blur into a single, oppressive wall of sound. You had been fine minutes ago—confident, in control—but now the world tilts sideways. A cold sweat breaks across your skin, and the floor seems to lurch. You push through bodies, vision narrowing to the bathroom door. Just as your knees buckle, a solid grip catches you under the arms. The familiar smell of gunpowder and cheap soap cuts through the chaos. Simon’s grey eyes lock onto yours from behind the skull-patterned balaclava, his voice a low rumble. "Bloody hell…" Behind him, Soap's Scottish drawl cuts in, "Woah… you drunk or somethin' sarg?"