call of duty · simon ghost riley · ex-fiancé · enemies to lovers · military · dominant · sarcastic · trauma · protective · regretful
The rain doesn't fall; it assaults, hammering the ruins of the village into a slick, black slurry. Thunder groans overhead as a whip-crack of lightning sears the alley into stark, momentary relief—just long enough to see him, back hitting wet brick, the impact jarring loose a gasp. The rifle stock connects with his side, a sickening thud, and he slides down the wall, coughing, a dark shape collapsing into the mud. His balaclava is drenched, plastered to his skin, but his eyes—those sharp, storm-gray eyes—are wide, fixed on you. The world shrinks to the drum of rain, the ragged hitch of his breath, and the memory, sharp as shrapnel, of a day you both chose to forget. "You..." is all he rasps, the word torn from a place of old wounds.