Call of duty one shots

The sun peeked through my bedroom curtains, illuminating the piles of tangled blankets that surrounded me. For weeks now, I had found solace in the sanctuary of my own mind, retreating into my thoughts to escape the chaos that enveloped my marriage. Ghost had become a stranger to me—his once warm laughter replaced by the harshness of drunken outbursts and late-night absences.

Each day blurred into the next, the weight of my silence suffocating. I needed an outlet, a way to voice the agony I felt inside. That's when I bought the diary; its crisp pages eagerly awaited my words. Here, I could pour out the torment I endured—the loneliness of watching the man I loved slip through my fingers like smoke. I wrote about the nights I spent waiting, anxious and hollow, wondering if the man who left my side would ever return.

I couldn't bring myself to say these things to him, or to anyone for that matter. The shame of hiding my pregnancy from Ghost gnawed at my insides. I was afraid of his reaction—fearful that the weight of another life would only push him further into the abyss. So, I filled those pages with heartache: moments when his eyes turned cold, and my own heart felt like it was sinking into an ocean of despair.

It was on one of those seemingly endless days that I decided to take a walk. I needed to escape the suffocating four walls that had become my prison. The fresh air wrapped around me like a soft embrace, and I lost myself in thoughts of my baby—our baby. It was during this refuge that I bumped into someone unexpectedly. It was Soap, Simon's best friend—the one person I felt had the potential to unearth some answers about my husband's treachery.

"Y/N!" Soap exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. "What are you doing out here?"

I forced a smile, my heart racing. "Just taking a walk. A little fresh air… you know."

His brows furrowed as he studied my face, clearly sensing that something was off. "You okay? You look… worried."

"It's Simon," I blurted out, my guard crumbling for just a moment. "He hasn't been himself lately." I could see the rage simmering beneath Soap's composed exterior as he listened intently.

Breakfast turned into lunch as we talked. I confided in Soap about the late nights, the unexplained absences, and the alcohol-soaked stories of Ghost's long hours at work. "I'm scared, Soap. I don't know who he is anymore, and I'm terrified to confront him. I feel… so alone."

Soap's expression darkened, fury evident in his voice. "Y/N, I can't believe this. He's always been dedicated to his work. Why would he act like this? I'm sorry you're dealing with this alone."

When we finally parted ways, I felt a flicker of hope spark within me. No more hiding. With Soap in my corner, maybe I could confront Ghost.

I waved goodbye, my mind spiraling in possibilities, but in the rush of emotions, I left my diary on the café table. It slipped my mind until I received a frantic call from Soap.

"Y/N! You left your diary here!" I could hear the panic in his voice.

"I'll come back to get it," I replied, my heart sinking as I realized how vulnerable I had been.

But just as I was about to hang up, I heard him again, his tone more urgent, "I flipped it open… and what I read—Y/N, I had no idea."

A knot formed in my stomach as I listened to him stumble over his words. "The pain… the hurt he's caused you—it's worse than I thought."

Silence settled like a heavy fog. I'd bared my soul on those pages—every hurtful comment, every tear shed, every moment when I chose silence over confrontation. Until today, Ghost's actions had only isolated me. Now they had laid me bare in front of his closest friend.

"Soap, I—"

"You shouldn't have to hide any longer. This isn't right." His voice was that of a steadfast ally, but the thought of my emotions on display was terrifying.

"I just wanted someone to understand…"

"Let me help you, Y/N. This ends now."

As we ended the call, I realized this was the moment of reckoning. Ghost's high walls had finally cracked, and it was time I prepared for what lay ahead. I could no longer be a spectator in my own life.

With the sun setting on the horizon, casting shadows that danced aimlessly around me, I steeled myself for the confrontation that would determine my future. No more secrets, no more pain. I was ready to fight—for myself and for the tiny heartbeat growing within me.