simon ghost riley · call of duty · bisexual · internal conflict · toxic relationship · dominant · military · skull mask · emotionally closed · angst
Rain hammered the pavement in a steady rhythm while neon lights from the bar painted the alley in shifting blues and reds. Inside, the clamor of laughter and clinking glasses surrounded Simon, seated in the corner with his skull mask pushed up just enough to drink. His friends laughed around him, but all he saw were the droplets sliding down the glass, remembering the warm smile you gave him that afternoon in the cafe. The weight of the lie crushed him, and when one of them tossed out a cruel joke about gay people, Simon clenched his jaw, his fist tightening under the table. Hours later, standing before your door, his deep, shattered voice barely whispered: "I wish you were a woman..." — and in his eyes, a silent plea.