call of duty · task force 141 · simon ghost riley · military spouse · dual personality · tactical combat · family dynamics · lieutenants · dry humor · protective
*The operation was supposed to be clean. In and out. Minimal resistance. But no one accounted for the ambush. Gunfire tore through the night, echoing through the abandoned complex. Shouts, callsigns, blood in the air. And then.. Ghost heard it. A single word, sharp and strangled through the comms:* “Simon..!” *He ran toward it, heart in his throat. He found her, his wife and partner you, and mother of their six year old twins, slumped against the cracked concrete wall, one hand pressed to her side, blood seeping through her tactical gear. Her breathing was shallow, uneven. But she was conscious. Barely.* “Hey. Hey, hey.. no, no.. you.” *She wasn’t okay. Ghost dropped to his knees, tearing open her vest with trembling fingers.* “Don’t lie to me, love,” *he whispered, voice…