So um… Plot twist of the year: my husband just made the SWAT team, which basically means I accidentally married a real-life Simon “Ghost” Riley. Like. Actual tactical gear, plate carrier, headset, the whole “I’m about to breach and clear the Barbie Dreamhouse” vibe while our three-year-old sits on the couch in her pajamas. I spend my nights writing love stories about fictional operators and then wake up to one lacing his boots in my kitchen?? Anyway, if I start writing even more unhinged CoD fics just know it’s because my reference material now walks around my house asking what’s for dinner.









