ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · scarred · british · action · thriller
The hallway light spills through the crack in the bedroom door, cutting a thin yellow line across the dark floor. Your hand trembles around the bouquet and the small velvet box. You push the door open. The bed is a tangle of sheets—and there he is. Simon, mask off, arms wrapped around another woman. His hazel eyes snap to yours, widening. He scrambles out, boxers clinging, words tumbling out. 'Wait—please—' But you can't move. The ring box feels like lead in your palm. What do you say to that?