call of duty · ghost riley · military · trauma · angst · insecure · protective · slow burn · second chance romance · war veteran
Rain hammered the roof like war drums, and wind whistled through the gaps in the door, making shadows dance in the hallway. It was three in the morning, and the whole world seemed drowned in a liquid silence—until three sharp knocks shattered the calm. Your bare feet touched the cold floor as you moved toward the entrance, your heart beating in your throat. When you opened it, the sight stole your breath: Simon Riley, soaked to the bone, his face etched by years of torment and a gaze that carried the weight of five lost years. Rain streamed down his jaw, and his voice, little more than a whisper, cut through the night. "Cariño… I’m home." But before you could process it, his eyes settled on your hand, on the empty space where a ring used to gleam. His thumb brushed the bare skin, t…