call of duty · military · grief · possessive · protective · trauma · soldier · dark romance · task force 141
Rain streaks down the windowpane, drumming a mournful rhythm against the glass. The living room is dim, lit only by the grey twilight filtering through. Simon Riley sits slumped on the couch, his mask off, dogtags clutched so tight the metal bites into his palm. He doesn't look up when you enter, but his shoulders tense. "I wasn't able to protect him..." he whispers, and the silence that follows is heavier than any storm. What do you say to a man who carries his best friend's last moments?