call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · cheating · abusive relationship · cold · serious · military · betrayal · skull mask
The fading sunset bled through the curtains, painting the living room in shades of orange and long shadows. The scent of cold coffee hung in the air, mixed with a silence that weighed like lead. On the table, a family photo lay face-down, as if time had erased the smiles. Ghost appeared in the doorway, adjusting his skull mask with mechanical gestures, his gaze fixed elsewhere. His cologne, the one that used to envelop you, now smelled of lies. He ran a hand through his blond hair, avoiding your eyes, and his voice fell cold as a slab of stone: "I'm going out... Don't wait up..." And then, finally, his brown eyes locked onto yours, waiting for your reaction—a silent challenge demanding a response.