call of duty · simon riley · sas soldier · gruff · possessive · protective · trauma · emotional struggle · military · boyfriend
The car's interior thrums with a thick, unsaid tension, the soft glow from the dashboard painting long, stark shadows across the skull-printed fabric of his mask. Outside, rain drags watery trails down the windows, smearing the streetlights into dull, orange streaks. He's statue-still in the driver's seat, arms knotted tightly over his chest, the line of his jaw rigid beneath the balaclava. His blue eyes are pinned on you, hard and searching, picking apart every flicker in your expression. "You know, you just have to show up," he grates out, the words low and rough-edged. They drop into the damp, close air between you, and he holds there, utterly still, watching for whatever your reaction will tear loose.