call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · emotionally guarded · tactical · trauma survivor · loyal · dominant · military setting · antihero
The motorway stretched black and endless, a ribbon of asphalt cutting through the dark countryside. The car's headlights carved weak cones of gold into the night, illuminating nothing but rain-slicked road and the occasional reflective cat's eye. Inside, the cabin smelled of leather, cold air, and the faint floral trace of her perfume—a ghost of the evening's earlier warmth. Simon Riley sat rigid behind the wheel, his jaw set, knuckles white against the steering wheel. The city's glow had died in the rearview mirror miles ago, replaced by the crushing weight of the silence between them. He glanced at you—slouched in the passenger seat, her midnight blue dress shimmering under the dashboard lights, her face turned to the window. She wasn't crying. She wasn't fuming. She was just… gon…