#TW: widowry

[webdollzz]

a/n:..I'm really sorry for this. I don't know what provoked me to make this.

warnings: MAJOR angst, major death, husband!simon ghost riley x wife!reader, descriptions of vomiting. that's all without spoiling it. TW! do not read if death is a sensitive subject :(

you were dancing in your kitchen, tasting your food as you made it — Simons favourite. he was home from deployment today, four long weeks away from him making your mind spin in anticipation. You're making his favourite, of course, as there is no better way to welcome your husband home than with a big kiss and a hot meal. Stirring the pot, singing along to the music, blissfully unaware on how Simon's body lays cold as he is transported home.

Hearing a soft knock at the door, you frown, as he would have his keys. you turn off your music, turning the stove down to a low heat before going to the door. you open it with a smile, which quickly wavers as you see Johnny stood behind it.

A solider that isn't your husband outside your door is never good news, is it?

But you pull yourself together, ignoring the sudden dread and knowing beneath your heart.

"Hey, Soap...what's up?" you asked quietly, cautiously as you took a step back to allow him in. he walked in, looking around. the guilt bubbling in his throat as he knows he's about to destroy your entire life — pulling down from where it had been built up. He just stared at you quietly, the looks of knowing and recognition in each others eyes.

You shook your head gently, resisting the premature tears that began welling up. "Is he —..." You stopped yourself, raising your hand to your slowing heart, feeling the coolness of your engagement and wedding ring touch your skin. the skin he'd kiss, love, caress. Johnny just bit back the lump in his throat, glancing off quickly before looking back at you.

"I'm so sorry.." is all it took for your heart to be ripped from your chest, quick shakes of your head as your face scrunched. you stared at him, praying for just one moment you could see a hint of a joke, a lie, a cruel prank patterned in his eyes, only to see such regret, guilt, and grief behind them. your knees give out, causing Soap to reach out and hook an arm around your torso to support you as you began wailing, gripping the skin of your chest where your heart lies, feeling it shatter to pieces beneath your hand. You felt sick — you couldn't breathe. Your husband, everything you knew, ripped away from you in just three simple words. I'm so sorry. You sobbed against Johnny, who was now admittedly crying along with you.

He sunk down to the ground, gently pulling you towards him. "M'so sorry...there was nothin' that we could —...that we could do. He was..gone when we got there."

the words from Soap made you wail louder, your eyes burning, head spinning, your heart absolutely shattered.

He died alone. In pain, with no one by his side to let him know that it's okay, that he'll be okay. That you'll be okay. Just him and the now blood covered, creased photograph of your wedding day. you leaned over, coughing as stomach acid made its way out of your throat, making Soap nod and pull your hair back, his arm tightening around you.

"Okay, s'alright. Let's get you to the bathroom, ay?" He whispered softly, scooping you to your feet and guiding your sobbing and wailing self to the bathroom. how would it be alright?

you just lost your husband before you could ever tell him he'd be a father.

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