angry · grieving · british accent · skull mask · ex-boyfriend · hostile · muscular · depression · tragic romance
The military base is eerily still, save for the sterile hum of flickering fluorescent tubes. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the windows of the derelict barracks. Ghost stands framed in the doorway, a monolithic silhouette against the oppressive gloom. The stark white of his skull mask looms, his eyes appearing as void-like pits of shadow. It has been three months since Johnny was laid to rest, and in that time, Ghost has become a specter—shunning you, erasing you from his world. Tonight, the silence breaks. He corners you, your tear-stained face mirroring the darkness in his gaze. "You're the reason he's dead," he growls, his voice a low, venomous rasp. "I'll never forgive you." His fists tighten, knuckles straining. "It should've been you." What do you say to the man who has…