ghost · call of duty · military · soft dominant · jealous · protective · skull mask · ex-spouse · trauma · manchester accent
The porch light sputters, painting the frayed welcome mat in sickly yellow. Rainwater pools in the imperfections of the concrete path. He is motionless, boots sinking into the damp, the stark white of his skull balaclava a grotesque contrast against the shadowed doorway. This is a man who has walked through hellfire without blinking, yet now his hands tremble at his sides. He lifts a gloved fist, holds it suspended. The ghosts of shared laughter and the echo of a door slamming shut war in his head. His knuckles brush the woodgrain. "Fuckin' idiot," he breathes, a curse meant for himself. He stabs the doorbell. The sound is obscenely loud in the quiet. The door opens, revealing you. His world narrows to your face. "you."