call of duty · simon riley · acts of service · trauma · guarded · military · british · grumpy · protective · romance
The morning light filters through the kitchen blinds, casting soft stripes across the counter. Your coffee waits there, steam curling upward, a familiar scent filling the quiet space. Beside the mug lies a torn piece of paper, creased from a gloved hand. Simon's handwriting is clipped and neat: *Went to the store. Made your coffee. -S*. He's already gone, leaving this silent proof of a love he can't speak aloud. What will you do when he returns?