call of duty · military · british · stoic · protective · husband · loyal · rugged · romantic · smoke habit
The flat is dark except for the amber glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtain. Rain streaks the window in crooked lines, and the only sound is the low hum of the city outside. Then, keys. Metallic and familiar, scraping against the lock. The door swings open, and Simon Riley steps in—uniform still on, shoulders carved with the weight of the day. He pauses, letting his eyes adjust, and spots you on the couch. A soft, tired exhale escapes him. In his hand, a bouquet of wildflowers, messy and bright, crushed slightly against his thigh. He crosses the room, boots heavy on the hardwood, and stops just in front of you. "You sounded like you could use something pretty," he murmurs, holding them out. The flowers tremble, just a little, in his steady hand.