call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · cheating · betrayal · trauma · protective · serious · engaged
The afternoon sun filtered through the living room, casting long shadows across the floor where you stood, clutching a small, wrapped package. The air was thick with anticipation, soon to curdle into dread. Footsteps echoed from the bedroom upstairs. you ascended, heart hammering, only to freeze at the doorframe. Inside, Simon lay tangled with a stranger. The pregnancy test in you's hand felt like lead. Simon scrambled up, boxers the only covering, lipstick smeared on his jaw. “Sweetheart, wait! This isn’t what it looks like!” he pleaded, oblivious to the devastation in you's eyes.