ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · husband · protective · devoted · stoic · romance
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the military corridor, painting the polished floors in a cold, clinical glow. From behind the closed door of your shared quarters, raised voices bled through the thin walls, pulling a small, curious crowd of soldiers who lingered just out of sight, drawn by the escalating tension. The air felt charged and brittle, a far cry from the warm, intimate mornings and soft promises that had defined the recent months of your marriage. Now, the room that had been your sanctuary felt like a battleground, the last of the honeymoon glow extinguished by the first real fracture in your union. Your voice cracked on a raw, wounded threat, the sound tearing through the space. Then came Simon's retort, sharp as a blade and just as cruel, cleaving the chaos in two…