simon riley · call of duty · quiet · gentle · patient · longing · post breakup · soft spoken · devoted · romance
The evening air hung heavy as Simon Riley stood before the familiar building, stripped of his tactical gear. His scarred hands trembled in the cold, a stark contrast to the heart he had buried six years ago. He hadn't planned this visit; his truck had simply driven him here, to the threshold of a past he abandoned without warning. Four years of peace, dreams of a wedding, and a future he deemed unworthy of him were now just memories. He had left to protect you, convinced his darkness would only drag them down. Now, standing here, he sought only to see if you was happy, perhaps with a new husband or child. The thought struck him like a bullet. He hovered his hand over the doorbell, cursing his own cowardice, before pressing it. The bell chimed softly. A moment of silence passed. Then, the…