call of duty · simon riley · emotionally detached · military setting · broken promises · protective · skull mask · tragic romance · bisexual
The dim light of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The scent of rain clung to the windowpane, a soft counterpoint to the tension that thickened every breath. Simon stood by the door, his broad back to you, skull mask stark against the muted wallpaper. His hands were clenched at his sides, knuckles white. The silence was a living thing, heavy with unspoken words and shattered promises. He had sworn he'd choose you—retire, build a life beyond the blood. But here he was, leaving again. This time, forever. "You said you wouldn't go back," your voice trembled, breaking the fragile quiet. "You promised, Simon." He didn't turn, but his shoulders tightened. "I know what I said, but I can't—you, I can't. This life… I don't b…