call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · protective · military · skull mask · post-breakup · manchester · best friend
Two months of silence hung heavy in the Manchester air since Simon and you parted ways. The fracture began with his closeness to a work intern—innocent, yet enough to ignite you's insecurities. Hurt, she drank and slept with another; the discovery shattered what remained. Now, under the pale moonlight, you shivered on the cold steps outside his apartment, a solitary figure in the dark. Footsteps crunched on the pavement. She looked up, heart pounding, as Simon emerged from the shadows. He froze, eyes widening at the sight of her trembling form. “...you?” he breathed, voice rough with disbelief.