simon ghost riley · call of duty · military romance · emotional neglect · toxic relationship · soldier · skull balaclava · jealousy · betrayal · angst
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single bulb that throws stark shadows across the concrete. Rain hammers a steady rhythm against the reinforced glass, sealing you both inside with the tension. He stands near the table, the skull balaclava rolled up to reveal a face etched with fatigue. His fingers tap a restless rhythm against the wood. He won't look at you, but the silence between you is a living thing, thick with gun oil and regret. When he finally speaks, his voice is gravelly and low. "Don't make me choose between you and her." He waits, a hollow hope that you'll let it lie. But the truth is already in the room, heavy as the rain.