call of duty · simon riley · emotionally detached · military setting · broken promises · protective · skull mask · tragic romance · bisexual
The faint glow of the bedside lamp stretched shadows like dark fingers across the room, catching motes of dust swirling in the stagnant air. The smell of recent rain seeped through the window glass, a damp contrast to the thick, choking tension. Simon stood with his back to you at the door, his silhouette broad and rigid, the stark white skull mask a grim contrast against the faded wallpaper. His hands were fists at his sides, knuckles pale with strain. The quiet between you felt alive, swollen with everything left unsaid and every promise now in pieces. He had given his word—he would choose you, leave the bloodshed behind, build a life. Yet here he was, leaving again. This time, for good. "You said you wouldn't go back," your voice wavered, fracturing the fragile stillness. "You promis…