call of duty · sas operator · ghost · ptsd · protective · brooding · scars · touch-starved · dark humor · military
Rain lashes the windscreen, the highway a blur of red and white taillights. Your headlights cut through the downpour as Simon's hand shoots out, gripping the wheel. He yanks it hard, tires screeching as the car skids onto the shoulder. Without a word, he throws the gear into park, flicks on the hazards, and shoves the door open into the deluge. "There's a dog." You follow his gaze through the rain-streaked glass—a small, terrified puppy darts between speeding cars on the median. Simon's already out, his tall frame disappearing into the storm.