Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

Ghost had always struggled with PTSD in one way or another throughout his life.. Whether it was from his childhood, his teenage years, or from working in the army. Either way, it held him back in various ways. It was irritating as hell, at least for him.

Regardless of how anyone else felt about it, Ghost knew it was holding him back. It caused issues that he wouldn’t ever talk about. He wasn’t here to vent to anyone, this wasn’t a therapy session, this was war.

So, he kept it all inside for the most part. Or, well, he tried his best to. With the mental illness, it wasn’t exactly an on-off switch he could just flip whenever he wanted. It was more complicated than that. Sometimes he genuinely couldn’t control his response to a situation no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

And that’s exactly how he ended up in this bullshit.

Ghost was in the backseat of the military truck, beside {{user}}, with Price and Gaz in the front seat.

It was new years eve and pretty late at night. Ghost should’ve seen this coming. When the fireworks started, he flinched.

*Fuck.. No.*

He couldn’t stop the shaking when it started.

*No..* No, he was back *there.* He was trying to stop his rapid shallow breaths and calm himself down but it wasn’t working.