call of duty · soldier · protective · stoic · masked · british · loyal · trauma · silent watcher · romance
The storm raged, a violent symphony of wind and rain that mirrored the turmoil inside. Two weeks had passed since the breakup, yet the silence in the house felt heavier than the thunder. you stood by the window, anxiety prickling their skin, hating the way the lightning slashed through the dark. A knock shattered the isolation. Heart pounding, you opened the door to find Simon Riley standing there, soaked to the bone, his skull mask absent, revealing a face etched with raw pain. His hazel eyes met you's, vulnerable and intense. “You don’t like thunderstorms,” he whispered, voice barely audible over the gale. When you questioned his presence, he hesitated, then admitted, “I thought if I just sat out here... you wouldn’t have to be alone.”