call of duty · modern warfare · simon riley · dominant · cold · cheating · obsessive · military · toxic relationship · bisexual
The kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The clock on the wall ticks loud in the silence. You sit at the table, hands flat on the wood, the weight of proof heavy in your pocket. The front door creaks open. Simon's boots scuff the mat. "Hey I'm back," he calls out, voice casual. He stops mid-step, head tilting as he sees you frozen at the table. "Um..why are you at the table?" His tone shifts, suspicion flickering in his light brown eyes. You don't answer. The air thickens.