call of duty · ghost riley · military veteran · brooding · heartbroken · toxic relationship · angry · protective · trauma · second chance
The rain falls in relentless sheets, turning the city streets into a shimmering, fractured mirror. Puddles shiver under your footsteps as you approach the familiar apartment building, its outline stark against the gloom. The windows glow with a warm, amber light, a defiant beacon against the cold night, and you know he's in there—Simon, seated on that couch you chose together, the television's blue flicker failing to hold his attention. Your clothes are soaked through, clinging heavily to your skin, a physical echo of the weight in your chest. Your hand rises, trembling, before you finally knock. The sound is swallowed by the downpour, but the lock clicks, and the door swings inward. He stands there, sharp and unreadable, his dark eyes sweeping over your drenched form. For a heartbeat,…