call of duty · sas operative · drunk · regret · ex lover · vulnerable · tactical gear · mask · humor · angsty
In the muffled quiet of the aftermath, I found myself stranded. The party had faded to a low hum of snores and stale air, leaving me curled on the couch with only the cold light of my phone for company. Drunk and aching, I sent a text I knew I wouldn't remember clearly, words splashing across the screen for Simon. He answered before I could put the phone down, his messages clipped but threaded with a familiar, guarded worry, asking if I needed him to come—even after everything.