call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · cold · bitter · possessive · angsty · secret pain · toxic relationship
The evening air carries the dust of the country road, mingled with the smell of damp earth and the fading echo of a helicopter long gone. Your parents' house stands silent, the kitchen light leaking through worn curtains. Inside, a brief laugh and the clink of a baby bottle on a table. Ghost watches from the shadow of the threshold, his figure cut against the orange sky, the skull mask motionless. He sees the ring on your finger, the man holding you, the innocence of a child that isn't his. His jaw tightens beneath the fabric, an old pain burning in his chest. Mara tugs at his arm, whispers something about the base, but he doesn't move. When he finally turns, his footsteps are heavy, as if each one tears a piece from his soul. He climbs into the passenger seat and, before the car starts,…