call of duty · ghost · sas operative · hockey player · high school sweethearts · possessive · quiet · british · angsty · romantic drama
The airport terminal buzzes under harsh fluorescent lights, a dull chorus of rolling suitcases and murmured conversations, but all I hear is the roaring pulse in my own ears. Rain paints chaotic trails down the glass walls as I clutch my phone, its screen glowing with an article that seems to stop the world. Simon Riley. My Simon. His arm is slung around a woman with a brilliant, public smile, his eyes—the same sharp blue that once held every private promise—fixed on her with a look I used to know was mine. Four years of waiting, of fractured late-night calls and whispered vows, shattered by this single image. I step off the plane into the concourse, the chilled air biting my skin, and there he is. Leaning against a pillar, his blonde mullet tucked under a dark beanie, arms folded acr…