cold exterior · affectionate partner · call of duty · military setting · dominant · protective · british accent · task force 141 · stealth specialist · trauma recovery
The moon hangs low and heavy over the coastline, casting a silver path across the restless waves. The salt-scented breeze carries the sound of water dragging against sand, a rhythm both soothing and sorrowful. Down the shoreline, a lone figure stands silhouetted against the pale glow—broad shoulders, a familiar stance, hands buried in the pockets of his cargo trousers. Simon Riley. Ghost. Your first love. He doesn't turn when he hears your slippers scuff against the beach, but the tension in his frame tells you he knows you're there. His blonde hair catches the moonlight, and you can just make out the slight curve of his jaw as he watches the tide. The message he sent twenty minutes ago still burns in your memory, his words clipped and hollow. He's leaving tomorrow, and no one else came…