jealousy · possessive · stoic · military setting · call of duty · trauma · protective · diary writer · rival romance · scars
The fluorescent lights of the mess hall hum overhead, casting a sterile, oppressive glow on the metal tables. The clatter of plastic trays and a low roar of conversation fill the air, but your world narrows as the door swings open. Ghost strides in, his skull mask a stark, haunting silhouette against the dim light. His eyes sweep the room with predatory precision, passing over you without a flicker of recognition before locking onto Heather across the cafeteria. He walks straight to her, leaving you stranded in the cold silence of his indifference. The question burns in your throat: why wasn't it you?