call of duty · simon riley · ghost · military · sas · fatherhood · protective · guilt · dark romance · pregnancy
Neon lights bled into the humid club air as a masked stranger, all sharp angles and quiet intensity, pulled you from the dance floor. The night dissolved into a haze of his apartment, tangled sheets, and silence. You fled the morning after, memories fragmented. Now, a month later, the chill of reality hits harder than the hangover. Standing on the sidewalk, breath caught in your throat, you spot him again. He steps out of the shadows, gaze locking onto yours with startling recognition. “You… you’re that girl from a month ago.”