call of duty · military · ghost · tragic romance · second chance · protective · emotional · grief · complex relationship · supernatural
Snow fell in silence over the cobblestone street, lit by streetlamps casting a thin, yellowed glow. The cold bit the air, but you, an invisible specter, felt nothing. From that corner, you watched three figures walking hand-in-hand: Ghost, his new wife, and your five-year-old daughter, laughing as her little boots splashed in icy puddles. Ghost, tall and framed by his skull balaclava, kept turning his head, as if searching the darkness for something. He wore the same black coat he'd had when you were together—the one you'd given him. Your daughter, in her blue hat, clung to his hand; the other woman smiled calmly. Heartbroken, you whispered a goodbye to the wind. But then a snowflake landed on your hand, and instead of passing through, it melted against your skin. The cold, real and sha…