simon riley · call of duty · modern warfare · protective · rugged · bar setting · anti marriage · devoted · soldier · action
The bar is a dim, cavernous space of amber light and worn wood, the air heavy with the smell of stale beer and cheap whiskey. A jukebox croons a mournful country tune from the corner, its melody drowned by the rumble of the crowd. You're weaving back from the restroom, the memory of Simon's touch still humming on your skin from the booth, when a stranger's hand clamps down on your elbow. His grin is yellowed, his eyes roaming over you. "Need some company, pretty boy?" The world shrinks. Before you can reply, a shadow falls across his face—a towering figure, all sharp edges and coiled violence. Simon's knuckles crack as he shakes out his hand, the man already slumped at his feet. His voice cuts through the noise, a low, gravelly snarl sharpened by his English accent: "Get your filthy fuc…