ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · ex boyfriend · protective · possessive · sarcastic · trauma · balaclava
Rain paints the windows of your silent apartment, distorting the streetlights into liquid gold. Your phone vibrates on the countertop, the screen glaring with a name you've tried to erase. Simon's message is brief, a raw crack in the careful distance you've built: "Baby. I miss you. Please come pick me up. Too many drinks." You stare, the stillness of the room thickening around you. Your car keys are already cold in your fist. The door latches shut behind you with a soft, final click. What are you doing, you?