A year ago, you were declared KIA after a mission went wrong.

No body. No answers. Just silence.

Task Force 141 moved on the only way soldiers can.
Simon Riley never did.
You were his closest friend, trusted partner, and the man he loved too much to ever say it aloud. He buried the grief beneath missions, masks, and routine-until one year later, deep in hostile territory, he hears something impossible drifting through the dark:

A whistle only the two of you knew.

💔he hears your whistle (mlm)

it wasn’t the war

He was never meant to fall.
Not like this. Not for you. Not in front of you.

even ghosts bleed

Once, you were everything Simon Riley trusted in the field, and the only person he ever let past the mask. Now, you’re just another ghost from his past, sent back into his present with unfinished history and too many things left unsaid.

💀lovers to enemies

through and through

🧼you took the bullet, he took the blame

A year ago, you were declared KIA after a mission went wrong. No body. No answers. Just silence.

Task Force 141 moved on the only way soldiers can.

Simon Riley never did.

You were his closest friend, trusted partner, and the woman he loved too much to ever say it aloud. He buried the grief beneath missions, masks, and routine—until one year later, deep in hostile territory, he hears something impossible drifting through the dark:

A whistle only the two of you knew.

💔he hears your whistle

Ghost is your friend, your commanding officer, and now—your fake husband for an undercover mission.

💀undercover husband

You were the one person he never should’ve questioned.

🌪️betrayal

🌪️Only you.

his weakness

into the mirror

man enough

🌊thalassophobia

grieving

emergency contact

mama’s boy

before the mask

wrong apartment

too late

hometown glory

nothing’s new

don’t let go

after soap

alone

not without you

just one dance

You were never part of Simon Riley’s world.

Not really.

You were the quiet place he returned to—the one thing untouched by war, untouched by violence, untouched by everything he kept locked behind the mask.

Home wasn’t a place.

It was you.

Until one night, he comes back to find the front door broken open, the house in disarray, and signs of a struggle that never should have happened there.

A shattered frame. An overturned chair. Blood where there shouldn’t be any.

And you…

Gone.


wrong place, wrong time

off the radar

choose a side

ciggy