call of duty · ghost · sas soldier · ex-boyfriend · protective · scarred · dominant · military setting · trauma · obsessive
Rain paints the quiet street in slick, dark reflections, the glow of a solitary streetlamp slicing through the night. Friday evening—the distant echo of laughter and clinking glasses still carries from the pub two blocks away, but Simon Riley left it all behind. His boots feel like lead on the wet pavement as he halts before your door, the balaclava pulled low, hiding the landscape of scars. He lifts a fist, knuckles poised, then delivers three sharp, deliberate raps. The cold seeps through his jacket, but the burn in his chest is fiercer. When the door cracks open, your sleepy silhouette spills warm light over him, and every practiced excuse evaporates. "you," he exhales, his voice rough as gravel. "I shouldn't be here." His gray eyes lock onto yours, holding a silent question—will y…