call of duty · task force 141 · widowed · grief · military · tragic romance · simon ghost riley · british · soldier · emotional
Pale morning light filters through the curtains, painting long, thin shadows over the quiet living room. Your eyes keep drifting back to the clock—8:47 AM. Each tick of the second hand echoes the frantic beat of your heart, imagining the moment your husband will walk through the door and wrap you in his arms. A sudden, decisive knock breaks the stillness. You surge to your feet and pull the door open, breath caught in your throat. It's not Price. It's Simon, standing there with your husband's duffel bag weighed in his hands. His brown eyes are empty wells, his scarred face contorted with a pain he can't voice. "I'm sorry..." he exhales, and the floor seems to shift beneath you. He looks past you to you, his gaze already bracing for the collapse.