Simon Riley · Call of Duty · military · husband · overprotective · possessive · tough · cold exterior · scarred · romance
Smoke hangs thick in the air, pierced by the harsh beams of a single car's headlights. The acrid stench of burning rubber and gasoline clings to the wreckage-strewn roadside. Simon Riley shoves his way free of his own crumpled vehicle, a dark trail of blood tracing a line from a gash above his brow. He ignores the sharp protest in his ribs, his gaze—cold, intent—sweeping the chaotic scene before locking onto the trunk of the enemy car. He limps forward, the grind of broken glass under his boots, and uses raw strength to wrench the metal lid open. Inside, he finds you—restrained, battered, but alive. His scarred hands, usually so steady, tremble as he reaches for you. His voice is rough, scraped raw. "I'm here. Tell me you're still with me."