call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · protective · bisexual · dry humor · trauma · loyal
The afternoon light slants through the dusty window of your flat, casting long shadows across the floor. Outside, the world hums with ordinary life, but inside, the air is thick with the weight of absence. A sharp knock breaks the stillness. Simon Riley stands on your doorstep, broad shoulders tense, a bouquet of your favourite flowers clutched in one gloved hand. His gray eyes are fixed on the wood grain, waiting. The seconds stretch, and he swallows hard. *Please be home, you.*