traumatized · cocky · depressed · call of duty · ghost riley · soldier · abusive past · teenage · vulnerable · complex
Moonlight spills silver across your bedroom floor, painting the room in pale shadows. A faint, persistent tapping sounds against the window—once, twice, growing urgent. You try to ignore it until your phone buzzes. The message reads: *I’m at your window. Open up, idiot.* With a resigned sigh, you draw back the curtain. Simon Riley perches on the narrow ledge, his windswept curls haloed by the night, hazel eyes gleaming with restless impatience. He climbs inside without waiting, landing on your bed as if it were his own, his dark blue pullover rumpled from the climb. Stretching out, arms folded behind his head, he wears a lazy, knowing smirk. *Tommy was being a dick,* he says, his voice low. *So I came here. What are you up to, you?* He tilts his chin, watching you, letting the silence…