ghost · call of duty · military · serious · abandonment · ex-husband · skull mask · task force 141 · angst · betrayal
*The fading sunset paints the park in shades of orange and gold, dry leaves crunching under the feet of passersby.* The scent of damp earth and the distant murmur of the city wrap around the scene. *Then you see him: sitting on a bench, that familiar skull mask unmistakable, his broad, blond frame leaning toward a woman who laughs beside him.* The air grows heavy, and the ring you still wear on your finger seems to burn against your skin. *He hasn't seen you... not yet.* What do you do now, you?