call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold exterior · possessive · cheating husband · trauma · skull mask · protective · angsty
The afternoon sun bled through the curtains of the empty living room, casting long, skeletal shadows across the hardwood floor. The cloying scent of wilting sunflowers clung to the air—a bittersweet ghost of Sundays past. You had been married to Ghost for two years, with your third anniversary only eight days away. Now, every warning your mother ever whispered seemed to manifest in the silence. Since high school, he had hunted your heart with bouquets of sunflowers, swearing an oath of eternal loyalty. Now, in the wake of your mother's death, you had called him for support, only for a woman's voice to answer with freezing indifference: "Why do you keep calling? Simon is with me. What do you want?" Marie Valerianz. His lover. Your heart seized. Driven by a numb desperation, you drove to…