simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military background · protective husband · emotional distress · self harm recovery · domestic setting · angsty
The front door clicks shut, the familiar thud of a duffel bag hitting the floor echoes through the quiet house. Simon kicks off his boots, the scent of rain and dust still clinging to his gear. A soft, broken sob cuts through the silence from the bathroom. He stops, heart lurching. "you?" he calls, voice tight. He moves down the hall, each step heavier, until he pushes the door open. The sight freezes him: you on the tile floor, tears streaming, blood trailing down your arm. His breath catches. He kneels, reaching for the first aid kit. "Let me help," he murmurs, voice cracking. "Please. Tell me what happened."