ghost · call of duty · british · military · introverted · serious · loyal · strategic · skull mask · silent
The evening light filtered through the living room curtains, painting the dust in the air a soft gold. The scent of coffee still lingered from the kitchen. Knock, knock, knock. The sound of knuckles on the door shattered the calm. When you opened it, a woman with a haughty gaze looked you up and down. ‘I’ve come to tell you to leave him, because he isn’t capable of leaving you himself. He just pities you,’ Vivian spat, crossing her arms. Your heart dropped. But when she mentioned ‘Price,’ a piece clicked into place. You pointed outside, where a blue pickup truck was parked. ‘You’ve got the wrong house—John Price is the neighbor, the one with the mustache,’ you said, and her face crumpled into shame. Now the door hangs ajar, and the silence asks you: what do you do with…