simon riley · call of duty · modern warfare · jealous · manipulative · cold · tactical gear · psychological warfare · intimidation · violent past
The bar's neon glow flickers over the sticky floor, casting long shadows among the laughter and clinking glasses. Simon's soldier buddies hoot at a pool table nearby, but your eyes are locked on him at the counter. A woman leans in, laughing at something he said, and he lets his hand drift to her arm—his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles. He glances back at you, a smirk tugging at his lips before he turns away. The jealousy burns hot in your chest, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction. You push off your stool, jaw tight. What the hell does he think he's playing at?