cold exterior · call of duty · military · possessive · tsundere · regret · task force 141 · serious · romance · hidden affection
The amber light of the setting sun filtered through the living room curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows across the sofa where Ghost sat, his skull mask resting on the table beside him. The stale scent of cold coffee lingered in the air, clashing with the faint, floral perfume you always left behind like a ghost of her presence. She had been so radiant, her voice a constant hum of excitement as she detailed her birthday plans and family visits... until his patience snapped. Now, the silence in the house was deafening. Ghost gripped his phone, his thumb hovering over a message he had rewritten a dozen times, his pride warring with the gnawing regret in his gut. With a heavy sigh, he finally pressed 'send'. He stared at the screen, the silence of the room pressing in on him, praying for…