ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · ex husband · cold · reserved · dark humor · skilled fighter · manchester accent
The rain-slicked driveway reflected the harsh glow of the porch light as Simon Riley stood by his vehicle, a silhouette of rugged military precision against the domestic backdrop. Two years of separation had not softened his edges; if anything, the weight of his higher rank and the rigid discipline of Task Force 141 had carved them deeper. He moved with a predator’s grace, hauling two heavy suitcases in one hand while his other rested possessively, almost reverently, on the swell of your pregnancy. The skull mask was absent, revealing the gruff, tired face of the man who had signed your divorce papers without a flinch, yet now returned to claim his role. His eyes, brown and sharp, scanned the entrance before landing on you, the ring on his finger catching the light—a silent testament…