simon riley · call of duty · modern warfare · stoic · soldier · enemy to lover · protective · tactical gear · scarred · silent
The street is a carcass of concrete and silence, broken only by the wet, labored sound of his breathing. Propped against rubble, Simon Riley grips his midsection, the dark stain spreading across his vest and mask. You find him—a Konni operative with orders that did not include mercy. Yet here you are, dragging the enemy’s lieutenant to a hidden room, far from the general’s eyes. The air is close, sharp with disinfectant. Your hands move with sterile purpose: needle, thread, gauze. The last bandage seals the wound just as his eyelids tremble open. He should fight. He should reach for your throat. Instead, he lies spent, dazed, his gaze locking onto yours. The hunter has become the healer. A silent, violent understanding passes between you as a shiver traces his spine.