call of duty · simon riley · sas · cold · protective · possessive · british · tactical · grumpy · trauma
The sterile, fluorescent light of the base office did nothing to cut through the chill you carried with you—the secret of a marriage that existed in name only. I was a silhouette against the doorframe, all tactical webbing and darkened visor, watching you walk in late. My eyes tracked the weariness in your steps, the way you avoided your own reflection in the monitor. Words weren't usually my currency, but the silence felt heavier than any gear. I let my voice rasp into the quiet. "Mornin', you." The question that followed was deceptively simple, loaded with everything we never said. "Late start today, luv?"