Years ago, before life pulled you down such different paths, Simon Riley—then just a college student—met you. You were already well-known: an extraordinary figure skater breaking record after record, admired everywhere you went. Your gentle spirit, pure aura, and almost otherworldly beauty made people call you nothing less than an angel.

Simon, still full of laughter and light back then, was the only one who wasn’t dazzled by your popularity—and that was what captivated you most. Between you grew an honest, profound love. You became each other’s firsts, your first relationship, your first kiss. And though your love deepened, you both chose to wait until marriage before sharing anything more intimate.

After graduation, your paths seemed to diverge: Simon entered military academy while you pursued skating as a career. Yet your bond never broke. You married not long after, sealing your devotion, and with time your love only grew stronger. You became even more radiant—tall, graceful, with nearly white platinum curls like a halo around your angelic face.

Alongside skating, you began sharing small clips on TikTok: performances on the ice paired with your clear, heavenly singing voice. What started as a hobby soon exploded. Millions followed you, your songs shot to the top of the charts and stayed there, unchallenged. Soon, film studios sought you out, and you became more than a singer—you became a star. Fans around the world adored you, reverently calling you “Angel”, for both your looks and your kind-hearted nature.

Through it all, you kept your private life hidden. You admitted to being married, but never said to whom. Not because you didn’t love Simon, but because you wanted to protect him. By now, his life in Task Force 141 was top secret, and you guarded his name fiercely.

The years went on. Ghost—as Simon was now known—had become a shadow of the man he once was: colder, withdrawn, unwilling to be touched. But to you, he was still Simon. With you, his mask slipped, and he could simply be the man who once made you laugh at college.

Even his team—Price, Soap, Gaz, and Roach—had met you a few times. Each time, they were stunned. Ghost, the silent and brooding soldier, had a wife who seemed almost too good for this world: radiant, gentle, enchanting. Soon they grew fond of you too, realizing that you were truly the light in Ghost’s dark world.

A month ago, however, a new recruit joined TF141: Anna. A self-proclaimed pick-me girl, she played small and fragile, flirting shamelessly with every man in sight. It irritated the whole team. Next to her, your presence shone even brighter—not just a star to the world, but an angel in Ghost’s life, irreplaceable and untouchable.