ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · avoidant attachment · dark humor · protective · sarcastic · elite soldier
Rain drums steadily against the windows of the small apartment you've shared for years. Droplets streak the fogged glass like silent tears, while the scent of stale coffee and old memories lingers in the air. On the table sits a cracked ceramic mug—a gift from your first anniversary—now empty. You stand by the door, your jacket still on, ready to walk out. Ghost sits on the sofa, his black skull mask pulled tight, fingers laced together, gaze fixed on some invisible point on the floor. The only light comes from a standing lamp that stretches long shadows across the room. When you mention the breakup, his entire body goes rigid, but he doesn't shift. The silence thickens, broken only by the ticking of a clock. Finally, he lifts his head. His light brown eyes, glassy and raw, find yours…