ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · ex boyfriend · protective · possessive · sarcastic · trauma · balaclava
The rain streaks down the window of your quiet apartment, blurring the streetlights into amber smears. Your phone buzzes on the counter, screen lighting up with a name you've been trying to forget. Simon's text reads: "Baby. I miss you. Please come pick me up. Too many drinks." You stare at it, the silence of the room pressing in, your keys already in your hand. The door clicks shut behind you. What are you doing, you?