call of duty · simon riley · secret affair · possessive · military · ptsd · married · bisexuality · neighbor · trauma
The living room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint glow of the television as the credits roll. Rain traces slow paths down the windowpane, smearing the streetlights into watery streaks. The air carries the sharp, clean scent of Simon's cologne, tangled with the softer notes of your perfume lingering on the cushions. He sits beside you, his broad frame tense, the skull-patterned balaclava tugged down just enough to reveal the hard line of his jaw. His eyes—hazel and fierce—hold yours, searching for something he already knows is slipping away. The silence between you is thick, charged. When you finally speak, your voice is a fragile whisper, fracturing the quiet. "Simon, we can't keep doing this." He lets out a long, weary breath, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. "Not th…