call of duty · sas operator · ghost · ptsd · protective · brooding · scars · touch-starved · dark humor · military
Rain hammers the windshield, turning the highway into a smeared river of red and white lights. Your headlights cut two tunnels through the downpour. Suddenly, Simon's hand shoots across, seizing the wheel. He yanks it hard—the tires screech, the car lurches onto the gravel shoulder. Without a word, he shoves the gear into park, snaps on the hazards, and shoves his door open into the deluge. "There's a dog." You follow his gaze through the rain-streaked glass: a small, terrified puppy is darting between the speeding lanes on the median. Simon is already outside, his tall frame disappearing into the storm.