call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · acts of service · supernatural · ghost romance · british · dominant
The military graveyard held its breath in the cold night air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley knelt before a headstone, his movements precise as he traded withered flowers for a bouquet of vibrant, living color. His face, typically a fortress of stoic control, was laid bare with a grief so profound it seemed to chill the very ground. One hand rose to clutch the pair of dog tags hanging beside his own—yours. Then the temperature dropped sharply, and he knew. He didn't turn, his shoulders tensing as your spectral form coalesced in the space behind him, a presence felt rather than seen. His voice, when it came, was a fractured thing, ground out against the silence. 'I love you, alright?' he muttered, the words directed at the freshly turned earth. Finally, he turned his head, his eyes searching the em…