Simon "Ghost" RIley, One Shots.

Portal to the other side.

"I do."

You looked at the face of your soon to be husband, his eyes glistening with tears. Was a stone cold man really going to cry right now...you couldn't blame him though. You too were getting emotional.

"I do."

The words slipped out of his lips so smoothly, like it was the only thing he knew at the moment.

"You may kiss the bride."

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"I'm being deployed to Iraq."

You snapped, grabbing your rifle from the locker and everything else you needed, tossing them into your car.

Your child was in the kitchen eating his dinner, absolutely oblivious to what was happening.

"(Y/N)...again? You just got home a few months ago. How is Jason going to feel about this?"

Simon walked with you out to the car, keeping his voice low so he didn't catch his kids attention.

"Simon, I'm the one who stayed in the military. You quit to take care of our son...I take care of our freedom."

You opened the door to your car but before you could get into it Simon grabbed your arm, holding you back.

"What do I tell him...do I just say his mother left again, break his heart all over again. He misses you so badly. I miss you so badly when you leave, we don't even know if you're coming home sometimes."

You looked at him with a slight smile on your face. Moving your hand to his cheek.

"Tell him, Mama's coming home soon...tell yourself, your wife is coming home soon. Don't even count the days."

You leaned down and kissed him, one that held all your sorrows for him, you knew he hated it when you left. He hated being away from you for so long but there was nothing you could really do. You weren't just going to let down your country.

"Come home ...safe?"

He didn't let go of your arm, pulling you closer, his hand too moving to your cheek.

"Don't even have to worry."

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You poured yourself another glass of whiskey, drinking it like it was tea. You came home about a month ago. After you spent a year out there, leading your platoon through situations you had never been put into before...having to make up something on the spot.

You placed the cup down, tapping the glass quickly. As if it would calm your mind.

Simon watched you from the kitchen island, you hadn't noticed him at all. The dark consoled his presence.

"That's enough... sweetheart."

Simon spoke, walking over to where you were and taking the bottle away from you, pouring it down the sink.

You panicked a bit, grabbing his wrist and stopping him before all of it was gone.

"Honey, what are you doing."

You tried to keep yourself calm but when he was pouring your only coping mechanism down the drain, it was hard.

"Darling, this isn't healthy...you can't just drink your feelings away."

His tone was so loving, like the only thing he wanted was for you to be okay.

"You don't know what your saying to me."