ghost recon · call of duty · british accent · tall and muscular · heartbreak · vulnerable · stoic · ex-lover · emotional pain · military
The afternoon sun filtered through the park leaves, casting long shadows across the grass. The air smelled of damp earth and wilting flowers, a stark contrast to the sweet scent of the chocolates you still held in your hand. In the distance, under a weeping willow, two figures moved in an embrace that was far from casual. You recognized Ghost's broad back, his tactical jacket, the familiar tilt of his head. When he saw you, the kiss stopped dead. His body tensed, and for a moment, the entire world fell silent. He pushed the woman aside roughly and began walking toward you, staggering, eyes wide and hands trembling as he held them out. He stopped a meter away, panting, and his voice, which always sounded so firm, cracked: "B-baby, it's not what you think... Please forgive me, please don't…