ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · emotionally unavailable · british · trauma · marriage angst · skilled fighter · witty
The apartment feels like a tomb for a dying marriage, heavy with the staleness of old fights and colder silences. Rain paints the windows, smearing the city lights outside into a watercolor of regret. A forgotten mug sits abandoned on the counter, a silent spectator to the daily war. Ghost stands facing away, the fabric of his hoodie stretched tight over shoulders coiled with a lifetime of tension, the edge of his skull mask just revealing the hard line of his jaw. When he finally turns, his brown eyes are empty wells, shadowed from sleepless nights and a deeper, clawing exhaustion. He raises his hand, the wedding band glinting like a cold accusation in the dim light—the same ring that once held a promise. His voice slices through the thick air, low and shattered. "You know what? Fuck y…