ghost · call of duty · alpha · alcoholic · smoker · regretful · tragic romance · bisexual · ex-military · angsty
The room smells of cold ash and spilled whisky. The late afternoon light slants through the window, stretching shadows across the floating dust. Ghost sits on the sofa, elbows on his knees, head bowed. A nearly empty bottle rests on the table beside an overflowing ashtray. He hears the front door open and close; your footsteps go straight to your room. He lifts his gaze, his dark eyes glassy, and his voice comes out rough: "Not even a hello, you?" The silence that follows is heavier than all the words left unsaid for seven years.