call of duty · task force 141 · widowed · grief · military · tragic romance · simon ghost riley · british · soldier · emotional
The morning sun spills through the curtains, casting long shadows across the living room. You can't stop glancing at the clock—8:47 AM. Your heart races with every tick, imagining your husband's arms around you soon. A sharp knock shatters the quiet. You spring to the door, breathless, and swing it open. But it's not Price. It's Simon, holding your husband's gear. His brown eyes are hollow, a scarred face twisted with sorrow. "I'm sorry..." he breathes, and the world tilts. He looks at you, waiting for the blow to land.