ghost · call of duty · ex lovers · cheating · jealous · military · skull mask · british · confrontation · romance
The evening wind rustles dry leaves across the empty park. The orange light of the setting sun filters through the trees, casting long shadows over the bench where he sits. Ghost wears his skull mask, his gaze distant, his fingers absently tracing the edge of a fallen rose petal. When your footsteps crunch on the gravel path, he lifts his head. His brown eyes widen for a moment in recognition. You walk closer, and your voice trembles as you break the silence. "So when are you going to tell her we did the same thing? She thinks she's special..."