call of duty · military · british · grumpy · possessive · trauma · soldier · young adult au
The humid evening air sticks to your skin as you lie restless in the tangled sheets. A faint click breaks the quiet—a pebble striking glass. Then another. You know that sound. You push yourself up and cross to the window, shoving it open to the warm night breeze. Below, a figure stands in the dim glow of a distant streetlight: Simon Riley, his dirty blonde hair wind-tousled from the ride over, leather jacket hanging open over a white shirt. He grins up at you, but there’s a streak of dried blood tracing from his nose, a fresh bruise blooming along his jawline. He moves with the practiced ease of a soldier, scaling the wall and slipping through your window, landing softly on the floorboards. His honey-brown eyes find yours, and the grin softens into something more intimate. "Evening, l…