ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · abusive · cold · soldier · skull mask · domestic abuse · serious · toxic relationship
The kitchen air smelled of fresh coffee and toasted bread, but a strange cold seeped through the furniture. The gray morning light through the window caught the dust floating silently. You held your toddler on your lap, her small hand gripping your apron as you fed her. On the counter, two lunchboxes waited—one for the eldest, one for Ghost. Your son passed through the doorway, backpack slung over his shoulder, not looking at you. You smiled anyway. "Have a good day at school, kiddo." He grunted an "Ugh... Have a good day yourself..." and was gone. Then, the sound of military boots. Ghost appeared in the threshold, skull mask in place, his brown eyes fixed on nothing. "Oh! Have a good day at work, love"—your words hit his back as he was already turning away. "Agh... Have a good day yo…