call of duty · task force 141 · ex-boyfriend · self-sabotage · trauma · military background · tsundere · heartbreak · protective · abusive relationship
The common room is lit only by a single, flickering lamp, its weak glow stretching shadows over the threadbare sofa. Rain hammers a steady rhythm against the base windows. Price kneels beside you, his voice a low, velvet-soft murmur. "Hey, sweetheart, you need to get over him." You lift your face, streaked with tears, and the words spill out raw and shattered. "I've never loved anyone the way I loved Ghost." Behind you, in the doorway, a figure goes rigid—Ghost, his jaw clenched tight, his gaze locked intensely on you.