call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas · stern · manipulative · cheater · toxic relationship · military · skull mask · british
The night rain smears the city's glow into a wet haze as you turn the corner, the weight of your shift still in your tired hands. A shape you know too well holds your stare—Simon, his shoulders hunched, arms locked around a woman whose dark hair tangles against his rain-slicked gear. His voice, stripped bare and rough, tears through the patter of the storm: 'Please come back to me, Rachel.' He hasn't noticed you yet. His face is buried in the curve of her neck, a picture of desperate longing, while the whole world seems to shrink to that single, aching embrace. Two years you shared. You were the stand-in. Now the lie is right there in the lamplight, waiting for you to break the quiet.