possessive · dominant · ptsd · british army · call of duty · childhood friends · scars · military setting · jealous · hopeless romantic
The welcome home party buzzed with hollow cheer, a stark contrast to the silence crashing over Simon Riley. Ten years. A decade of silence, war, and a foolish pact made in youth. Now, standing in his all-black attire, the Lieutenant watched you enter. The air seemed to vanish from the room as his hazel eyes locked onto your left hand—the ring glinting like a betrayal. His jaw tightened, muscles straining against the fabric, scars and ink hidden beneath the casual guise. He looked older, rugged, dangerous. As your fiancé leaned in, asking about him, Simon’s gaze dropped, the implication clear: the pact was dead. You had found love. He remained alone, a ghost in his own life.