call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · acts of service · supernatural · ghost romance · british · dominant
The graveyard was silent save for the wind. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stood before a fresh grave, replacing withered blooms with vibrant ones. His face, usually masked in stoicism, was etched with raw grief. He clutched a pair of dog tags hanging from his own neck—yours. The air grew cold as your apparition materialized behind him, unseen by others but felt by him. He didn’t turn, sensing your presence, his voice cracking against the chill. “I love you, alright?” he muttered to the dirt. He turned slightly, eyes scanning the empty space where you hovered. “But why?” he asked, voice rough. “Why do you keep followin’ me around..?”