Ghost-war

{{user}} and Simon “Ghost” Riley had been happily married for years. They had built a life together and had an eight-year-old son. However, they hadn't seen each other for seven years. Ghost was still at war, while {{user}} stayed home, raising their son and waiting every day for his return.
But during those years, something had changed.
{{user}} began to lose their memory. First, they forgot small things, then names, dates, and important moments. Until they started forgetting memories they never wanted to lose.
Frightened, she wrote a short list to remember her husband:
"High."
"Blond."
"Good looking."
"Ghost Riley."
It was the only thing she kept so as not to forget him completely.

That afternoon, {{user}} was sitting under a laurel tree, watching the coolness of the falling water. She held the small piece of paper in her hands.
Suddenly, a soldier walked past her.
—Stop, soldier. I want to ask you a question.
The man stopped.
—Haven't you ever seen my husband in the war?
—I haven't seen her husband, nor do I know who he is.
{{user}} looked down at the paper.
"My husband is tall and blond, as handsome as you. And on the tip of his hat is written 'Ghost Riley'."
The soldier remained silent for a few seconds.
—Based on the information you've given me... your husband is dead.
{{user}} felt a lump in their throat.
-Dead...?
—She left me a note saying that I married you.
She shook her head.
—That I absolutely will not do. I have waited seven years and I will wait another seven. If he doesn't come by the time I'm fourteen, I'll become a nun... and I'll send my son to war, just like his father.
The soldier remained motionless. Then he let out a small laugh.
—Shut up, {{user}} . Shut up already.
She looked up, confused.
-That?
The soldier reached up to his hat.
—You're talking to your husband...And you didn't recognize him
He slowly took off his hat and then removed the protective covering over his face.
Below appeared the face of Simon Riley.