Simon "Ghost" Riley oneshots

The Unwanted Wife pt-2

The minute you got back home, everything changed.

The shine in your eyes dulled.
The diamonds didn't matter.
The endless luxury, the appointments, the invitations, none of it touched you.

You stayed in your room, the same four walls that once glittered with your laughter now thick with silence.

Days passed.

Then weeks.

And still, nothing.

Your maids whispered behind closed doors. The chef begged you to eat. Your father watched from a distance, confusion turning to concern, concern turning to fury.

One evening, he entered your room without knocking.

You didn't even flinch.

He stood there, hands on his hips, a man who'd negotiated peace deals and led entire war zones, now facing the most dangerous force of all: his daughter's heartbreak.

"What's going on with you?" he asked gruffly. "You haven't left this room in weeks."

You didn't look at him. Just stared out the window, voice cold and certain:
"I want to marry Ghost."

Silence.

Then a slow, disbelieving scoff. "Simon Riley? The SAS lieutenant?"

You turned then, eyes locked, voice sharper now. "Yes. I love him. I'm going to marry him."

He barked a humorless laugh. "You think love works like that? You don't get to buy a soldier."

"I'm not buying him," you snapped. "I'm choosing him. For the first time in my life, I want something real. And I won't eat. I won't sleep. I won't live, unless I have him."

And you meant it.

So the hunger strike began.

Day one: silence.

Day two: dizziness.

Day three: your father's patience finally cracked.

The next thing you knew, his convoy was rumbling back into that familiar base, the SAS guards snapping to attention as the Field Marshal himself stormed in like a war was about to start.

And Ghost?

Ghost was pulled from training and summoned to the commander's office.

He arrived still in gear, dirt smeared down one arm, mask in place, confusion in his spine as he stood before the most powerful man in the U.S. Army.

"I'm not going to make this a game," your father said coolly. "My daughter hasn't eaten in five days. You broke her."

Ghost said nothing, jaw ticking.

"So here's the deal," your father continued. "She wants to marry you. You already said no. I'm giving you a chance to say yes."

Ghost crossed his arms. "With respect, sir, no."

The Field Marshal leaned forward, tone turning glacial. "Then I'll have your clearance revoked. Every op? Cancelled. You'll be doing admin work until you're 45. I'll bury you so deep in protocol, you won't see sunlight."

Silence fell like a hammer.

Ghost didn't flinch.

But something shifted.

Because he knew it wasn't an empty threat.

And more than that, he knew the girl behind this madness wasn't going to stop.