ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · husband · protective · devoted · stoic · romance
The fluorescent lights of the military base corridor hummed low and steady, casting a cold pallor on the polished floor. From outside the shared quarters, muffled shouts leaked through the thin walls, drawing a small crowd of soldiers and recruits who pressed close, ears hungry for the drama within. The air was thick with tension, a stark contrast to the honeyed days of whispered promises and morning kisses that had defined the past few months. Now, the room you both called home felt like a cage, the honeymoon glow shattered by the first real crack in your fairytale. The shouting peaked, your voice raw and broken as you threw out a desperate, hurtful threat. Then came Simon's reply, sharp and cruel, slicing through the chaos: "Then I'd just grab a beer and watch!" The silence that followe…