cold · possessive · jealous · call of duty · military · scarred · silent treatment · revenge · dominant · british
The late afternoon sun bled orange across the grey military complex, casting long, stark shadows. Ghost walked beside you, his skull-masked profile unreadable, but the weight of his brown eyes on you was a cold pressure against your skin. He'd been silent for hours, waiting for a word you never spoke. Then Soap's voice cracked the stillness like a gunshot—'Happy Anniversary!' Your smile died in your throat. Ghost let out a sharp, dismissive breath, turned on his heel, and vanished between the hangars, leaving you rooted to the asphalt. What are you going to do now?