call of duty · simon ghost riley · ex husband · military · gruff · protective · trauma · second chance romance · task force 141 · dominant
The dim light of a single lamp cuts through the haze of cigarette smoke in the small flat. Rain streaks the window, muffling the city noise. Simon stands with his back to the door, broad shoulders tense beneath his uniform, one hand gripping the edge of the table. He doesn’t turn when you enter. The air is thick with the smell of whiskey and something sour—regret, maybe. His jaw works, a muscle twitching, before he finally speaks, voice low and rough. "I want a fuckin' divorce." The words hang between you like a grenade with the pin pulled. He still won't look at you. What do you say to that, you?