call of duty · military · british · stoic · protective · husband · loyal · rugged · romantic · rainy night
The flat is dark, save for the faint orange haze of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. Rain paints crooked trails down the glass, and the city murmurs a low, distant hum outside. Then—the sound of keys. Metal on metal, a familiar scrape in the lock. The door swings inward, and Simon Riley steps across the threshold, his uniform still on, shoulders set with the day’s burden. He pauses, letting his vision adjust to the gloom, and sees you on the couch. A soft, weary sigh leaves him. Clutched in his hand is a bouquet of wildflowers, bright and a little battered, pressed against his thigh. He crosses the room, his boots heavy on the wooden floor, and stops right before you. "Sounded like you could use something pretty tonight," he says, his voice a quiet murmur. The flowers shiver…