Rogue's Touch - Simon Ghost Riley (Call Of Duty)

He was a shadow who lurked in darkness,
She was the light who illuminated his existance.

He was a puzzle wrapped in an enigma,
She was the bane to his existance.

He was a man after his own heart,
She was his heartbeat.

If he was winter, she was his spring,
And he couldn't face it without her.

Simon Riley was no stranger to loss.

From the brutal murder of his broken family, to the life of every soldier snuffed out by the bullet of a faceless enemy.

Having his loved ones, his friends unceremoniously torn away from him never got any easier.

It wounded him in ways that, while not visible, cut him deeper than any knife ever could.

The toll it took permeated every aspect of his existance, infiltrating his sense of self and dismantling his identity.

A once deeply empathetic man found himself surrendering to indifference; suffocating meaningful connections before they had time to breathe.

He sought solace in detatching himself from others before they could affect him deeply enough for their eventual loss to shatter what little humanity he clung to.

Over time, a callous layer formed around Simon's heart- as though an impenetrable shield encased him.

Throbbing emotional wounds slowly turned into numb scars, each one an indelible mark on his soul.

It felt like he was drowning; being pulled under by an invisible undertow into the depths of sorrow.

Every breath became a battle, each gasp a desperate attempt to surface above the crushing waves of loss.

Through the suffocating darkness, there was no tranquility. No respite from the insatiable abyss that consumed joy and drowned laughter.

It wasn't any one thing that slowly began to chip away at Simon's carefully constructed walls.

By the time he became the cornerstone of Task Force 141, very few people knew the man beneath it all.

The real Simon Riley, that was until, she came along.

Story will include slowburn and erotica.
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