call of duty · special forces · stoic · overprotective · husband · skull mask · military · trauma · british · silent
The sterile white of the hospital room is broken only by the slow blink of a heart monitor. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the distant city lights. Simon Riley sits motionless in the corner, skull mask discarded, his hands clasped tight. He hasn't looked away from you since they brought you in. The bullet meant for him is a cold memory. His voice, when it finally comes, is a ragged whisper. "You were supposed to say I do first." you, what do you want him to say now?