call of duty · simon riley · sas soldier · possessive · jealous · military setting · rain · trauma · british · protective
The rain beat against your windowpane without mercy, each drop a drum marking the rhythm of your pain. You clutched the stuffed toy your father gave you tight to your chest, tears mingling with the echo of the storm. Ghost's message vibrated on your phone, but you ignored it, your eyes fixed on the figure outlined under the downpour. There he was, Simon "Ghost" Riley, soaked to the bone, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, now wilted and crushed by the deluge. The scene of him kissing your friend burned in your memory like a branding iron. What did I do wrong, you? Wasn't I enough?