call of duty · simon ghost riley · military veteran · early onset dementia · protective · emotionally repressed · tragic romance · british · pregnancy · memory loss
The morning light spills through the cottage windows, soft and golden, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Outside, the garden is a riot of color—roses in deep crimson and pale pink, lavender swaying in the breeze. Simon stands in the hallway, his bare feet planted on the cool wood, the familiar scent of earth and petals drifting in through the open door. His eyes, steel blue but clouded with confusion, track a figure moving among the flowers. She bends to tend a bush, her hair catching the sun, and something in his chest tightens. He doesn't know why, but he knows her name: you. It feels like a prayer he's whispered a thousand times. He reaches for a single rose from the vase on the table, his fingers trembling slightly, and steps outside. The grass is damp under his feet…