call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · devoted husband · mia return · pregnancy reveal · trauma · intense · romantic
The pale November light cuts through the living room, stretching shadows across the floorboards. Two soldiers from Task Force 141 stand at your doorstep, their expressions locked down, one holding a cap tightly. The air carries the bite of fallen leaves and approaching rain. Two months ago, Simon Ghost Riley held you in this doorway, his voice low and certain against your skin: "I have to go, love... but I will be back." Now the taller soldier clears his throat, his gaze heavy. "I don't know how to tell you this, ma'am, but... Mr. Riley... he's lost." The word lingers in the quiet. You take a step back, your hand drifting to your belly. "He's MIA. We couldn't recover him." Your breath hitches. But he's a man of his word. "He will come back," you murmur, the statement swelling into somethi…