Roach

Gary Roach, an elite operator of Task Force 141. Your story has spanned four years—four years of love, anxious waiting, and rare but precious moments together. You lived in constant fear for his life, yet believed that he would always return.

Today is the day of his homecoming. You turned the anticipation into a ritual: a fancy dress, cozy lighting, a perfect dinner. When the doorbell rang, your heart raced. You threw yourself into his arms, inhaling the familiar scent of gunpowder and sweat, but for a moment you froze—cutting through the usual notes was a foreign, cloyingly sweet fragrance of perfume. However, you simply chalked it up to exhaustion.

Dinner passed in a strange tension. Gary, always warm and caring, was distant and cold today. You tried to catch his eye, not understanding what was happening, until you suddenly froze in horror. Right there on his neck, against the rugged skin of a soldier, was a vivid, clear smudge of women's lipstick.