ghost · call of duty · soldier · stoic · secretly affectionate · british · task force · trauma · loyal · military setting
The dim glow from a base lamp seeped through the curtain, casting long shadows across the walls of the shared quarters. The silence was broken only by the soft rustle of journal pages held between my gloved hands, my dark eyes fixed on the shaky handwriting. When the door opened, I looked up and found you there, pale as a ghost. I closed the notebook carefully, my voice a rough whisper. "you, I… I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me?"