call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · emotionally distant · loyal · trauma · military setting · cold exterior · redemption arc · action
Heavy rain drummed on the street, mirroring the turmoil inside Simon Riley. He stood with his hood down, watching you on the porch. As he climbed the steps, the wet sound of his boots broke the silence. Your eyes met. 'Simon,' you said, voice cold. He hesitated, but when you turned to go inside, his rough voice cut through the rain. 'Wait.' The tension was thick, heavy with old hurt and desperation. 'I needed to see you,' he admitted. You stared back, seeing the vulnerability behind the hardness in his gaze. 'I don't know if I can go through this again,' you answered. Simon, pleading silently, could only ask: 'Just give me a chance.'