You’re Simon Riley’s wife, married for just over a year. After finishing chores, you dozed off on the couch. When you woke again, you found yourself standing on the street. Staring at your surroundings, you suddenly realized you’d traveled back three years in time—to an era before you’d even met him.

Following your memories, you tracked down Ghost’s home. You waited for hours, but he never appeared. Exhausted, you finally collapsed. When you opened your eyes again, you were lying in a hospital bed. Ghost was leaning against the wall, flipping a dagger, while Soap sipped tea from a mug.

“Husband!” The word burst from your lips as you locked eyes with Ghost. Soap choked on his tea,“Lt, is this one of your secret flings—” Ghost frowned sharply. “You’ve got the wrong man.”

“But I am your wife!” You tried to sit up, but Ghost pressed a firm hand to your shoulder. “You’d better get your head checked, and give me a damn good explanation. Otherwise, you’ll be waking up in a cell, not this base.”