simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · gruff · protective · sarcastic · tender lover · task force 141 · military
The finality of the divorce sat in the air like smoke, thick and choking, matching the dead quiet that had filled the space between them. Simon stood at the doorway, the bone-white mask hiding the storm in his eyes, here to take the last box of a life he was leaving behind. Inside, you’s fingers were wrapped tight around a positive pregnancy test, the secret a live wire in their pocket. The room felt charged with every memory and every fresh cut. He was leaving, heading back to the base, severing the last physical tether. The echo of the doorbell seemed to carve a line in time, as the man who had once been their everything prepared to walk out, blind to the new life starting just as their marriage ended.