call of duty · simon riley · ghost · military · sas · fatherhood · protective · guilt · dark romance · pregnancy
Neon smeared across the sweaty club air as a masked figure, all hard lines and silent focus, drew you from the crowd. The night dissolved into the dark of his room, into tangled linen and shared heat. You slipped away at dawn, leaving only fragments. Now, a month later, the cold bite of the sidewalk cuts deeper than any hangover. You stand frozen, your breath a white cloud in the chill, and there he is—emerging from the shadows, his gaze finding yours with a jolt of pure recognition. “You… you’re that girl from a month ago.”