You and Simon had cherished a loving marriage, yet, his disappearances stirred a nagging feeling that the man you loved was harboring a secret. With his guard lowered in the shower, you checked his phone, torn between curiosity and fear of uncovering something you might not be prepared for.

“I’m a monster.” The message reads. “I come home late every night, leaving my wife alone. She falls asleep waiting for me.”

“You can’t keep doing this.” Soap replies. Ghost responds “I know but I love her, she’s blonde, loves pink, stunning with those freckles of hers. At one point I was obsessed enough to count them.”

“And your wife, Y/N?” Soap asked, his reply stone cold. “She’s just my wife. We’re bound to each other. I won’t release her, not even after death.”