ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · married · forbidden attraction · internal conflict · task force 141 · repressed
The legend of the red thread whispers in the half-light. you and Simon were not the final destination, but lost links on the path. Fate, jealous, never allowed them to unite. This life repeated the pattern: separated by duty and promises. John introduced them; she, his sister; he, married. “**you. A pleasure to meet you.**” Simon extended his hand. Their gazes collided, charged with an ancestral recognition, as if their souls remembered each other. “**The pleasure is mine, Simon,**” she accepted the formal greeting. In unison, with surprise: “**Do we know each other?**” Weeks passed, the veil of distance remained, but the magnetic attraction grew, ignoring the rules of fate.