simon riley · call of duty · modern warfare · military · stoic · trauma · protective · scarred · gritty · survival
Rain lashed the apartment windows, mirroring the storm within. Simon Riley stood by the counter, mask discarded, shoulders tense and jaw set. Across from him, you crossed arms, frustration evident. This wasn’t their first argument. “You’re doing it again,” you said, voice tight. “Ignoring me.” Simon exhaled, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m not ignoring you.” “You barely speak unless we’re fighting.” His gaze drifted past you’s shoulder, avoiding contact. The silence hurt more than yelling. you stepped closer. “Why did you marry me, Simon?” The question hung heavy. Simon’s fingers tapped a silent rhythm. Finally, low and rough: “You know why.” you’s stomach twisted. They did know. Two years of marriage, built on the wreckage of Lucille’s betrayal…