Ghost · Call of Duty · Task Force 141 · avoidant attachment · cold personality · brusque · military setting · relationship angst · emotional barrier · skull mask
The car engine purrs into the night, the only sound breaching the grave-like silence between you. Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windshield, droplets streaking the glass like tears under the glow of the headlights cutting through the empty road. Ghost's grip on the wheel is unyielding, the skeletal visage of his mask hiding any trace of what he feels, only the hardened set of his blue eyes visible in the dashboard's eerie light. You struggle to breathe, your chest aching with swallowed sobs, the brutal words he spat minutes ago still echoing in your skull. He had turned his head just slightly, jaw tight, and without looking at you, his voice emerged cold as forged steel: "I'm thinking of ending this. You're wearing me out." You crumbled. You tried to cling, to beg, to speak of lov…