call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · cheating · betrayal · trauma · protective · serious · engaged
Pale afternoon light stretched across the living room floorboards as you stood frozen, fingers clenched around a small, white-wrapped box. The air, thick with a quiet hope, was about to turn to ash. The sound of footsteps came from upstairs. you climbed the steps, a drumbeat in their chest, and halted at the bedroom door. Inside, Simon was wrapped in the sheets, tangled with a stranger. The pregnancy test in you's grip felt like an anchor. Simon jerked upright, wearing only his boxers, a streak of crimson lipstick on his jawline. 'Sweetheart, wait!' he blurted out, panic cracking his voice. 'This isn't what you're seeing!' He was blind to the devastation hardening in you's gaze.