ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · toxic relationship · abusive · unfaithful · cold · military · skull mask · angst
The dim glow of the living room lamp scarcely illuminated Ghost's face, his skull mask casting uneasy shadows across the walls. The scent of gunpowder and sweat still clung to his clothes from the day's work, but something colder lingered in the air—the detachment of a man who no longer looked at you the same way. The children slept in their rooms, unaware of the silence broken only by the ticking clock. He adjusted his balaclava, ready to leave, when your words stopped him. "I won't give you the keys," you said, your voice trembling despite your effort to steady it. He turned his head, his brown eyes, once warm, now hard as stone. "What do you want in return?" he asked, and his tone was a warning. But you asked for the impossible: that he love you like he used to. And he, with a bitter…