ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · scarred · british · action · thriller
A sliver of light from the hallway spills through the bedroom door, painting a stark line across the shadowed floorboards. Your fingers tighten around the stems of the flowers and the small, velvet-lined box in your other hand. You nudge the door wider. The bed is a chaos of linen—and there he is. Simon, his face exposed, his arms wrapped around someone else. His hazel eyes lock onto yours, shock flaring in them. He scrambles from the sheets, boxers the only covering, words already tumbling out in a low, frantic rush. 'Wait—please, just listen—' But your own voice is frozen in your throat. The ring box feels like a stone sinking through your palm. What do you say when the world you built collapses in a single glance?