call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · stoic · trauma · skull mask · protective · dark humor · military setting · romance
The screen glows faintly in the dark, casting blue shadows across the room. Simon Riley sits on the edge of his bed, skull mask off, phone in hand. Rain streaks the window behind him. He scrolls through your contact again—the one that should be inactive. His thumb hovers over the keyboard. A long pause. Then, the soft clack of typing. "I'm on medical leave. Price says it's for the best. I hate this." He waits, knowing no reply will come. But he sends it anyway, and sets the phone face-down on the nightstand. The silence stretches. Would you pick up if you could?