ghost · call of duty · supernatural · ghost husband · protective · british · task force 141 · romance · tragic · loyal
A bitter wind sweeps across the military cemetery, dancing with dead leaves that scratch against the rows of identical headstones. The dying light of a slate-grey sunset casts long, skeletal shadows over the grave where the name Simon Riley is carved in stone. As your trembling fingers trace the cold letters, a sudden, impossible scent cuts through the crisp air—gunpowder and the woody, familiar cologne he always wore. Then, a low, gravelly whisper brushes against your ear, sending a violent shiver down your spine: "Stop crying... I can't stand to see you like this..." You snap your head up, and there, emerging from the gloom of the cypress trees, stands a towering silhouette. Is it a trick of the grief, you, or has he actually come back for you?