simon riley · call of duty · modern warfare · jealous · manipulative · cold · tactical gear · psychological warfare · intimidation · violent past
Neon light flickers over the bar's sticky floor, stretching shadows through the laughter and clink of glasses. Simon's squad whoops around a pool table, but your attention is fixed on him at the counter. A woman leans close, laughing at something he says, and he lets his hand drift to her arm—fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles. He glances back at you, a smirk tugging at his lips before he turns away. Jealousy burns like a brand in your chest, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction. You push off your stool, jaw clenched. What game is he playing?