call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · arranged marriage · angst · mlm · stoic · guilt · secret relationship · modern warfare
Pale morning light slants across the bedroom, catching on the fine threads of Simon's suit jacket as he fastens the last button. The material is heavy, formal, a uniform for a sentence he didn't choose. For over a year, you have been his hidden harbor, a quiet rebellion against a world that refused to see you. His family's expectations are a chain he cannot break. Now, on the morning he is to be wed to a stranger, the silence in the room is suffocating. A soft *tap* at the windowpane cuts through it. It's you, slipping inside to sit beside him on the bed. 'Hey, sweetheart...' Simon whispers, the endearment trembling with the unspeakable truth he is about to deliver.