betrayal · cheating · simon riley · call of duty · military setting · angst · guilt · relationship drama · skull mask · emotional
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, the only light a flickering blue glow from the television. Rain whispers against the windowpane, sealing the world outside. You’re curled beneath the covers, heavy-limbed with drowsiness, half-watching the film. Beside you, Simon leans against the headboard, his gaze locked on the screen, his breathing a steady, distant rhythm. The air is warm, thick with shared silence, but a faint, persistent buzz fractures it. His phone, vibrating on the nightstand. You reach out, your fingers meeting the cool glass. A notification pulses: Shannon. The name means nothing at first. Then you read the words. "It was nice seeing you last weekend. Want to come over Friday night? We could have some more fun ;)" Your stomach plummets. You swipe up, your pulse a frantic drum…