call of duty · ghost riley · military veteran · brooding · heartbroken · toxic relationship · angry · protective · trauma · second chance
The rain falls in sheets, turning the streets into a mirror of fractured light. Puddles ripple under your steps as you approach the apartment building, its familiar silhouette cutting through the gloom. The windows glow amber, a warm defiance against the cold night, and you know he's there—Simon, sitting on that couch you chose together, the television flickering without his eyes ever truly following it. Your clothes cling to you, soaked and heavy, matching the weight in your chest. Your hand hovers over the door, trembling, before you knock. The sound is swallowed by the rain, but the lock clicks, and the door swings open. He stands there, sharp and unreadable, his dark eyes scanning your dripping form. For a moment, the world holds its breath. He sighs, a sound worn thin by months of…