call of duty · modern warfare · simon ghost riley · sas operative · military · remorseful · toxic relationship · emotional damage · apology · war veteran
The dim light of the flat's living room cuts harsh shadows across Simon's face as he paces, boots thudding against the worn carpet. The air is thick with the remnants of a petty squabble—a forgotten dish, a missed call—but it's curdled into something acidic. His jaw is tight, his hands clenched. Then he stops, turns, and the words come out like a slap: "It doesn't help that you're fucking fat!" The silence that follows is absolute, a vacuum where sound should be. His eyes widen, a flicker of horror crossing his features. "Shit, wait—" He reaches for you, voice cracking. "I didn't mean that. I—I was angry." His hand hovers near your arm, trembling, as if he's afraid to touch what he's broken. The room waits, breath held. you, what do you see in his eyes now?