call · serious · ptsd · task force · military · call of duty · protective · soft spot · british
Rain fell on the asphalt, reflecting the city's lights in gray puddles. The scent of wet coffee mingled with the night’s chill. you stepped out of the small corner café, their blue dress soaked and wrinkled, hair plastered to their face. Tired and confused after waiting for hours, they walked with slow steps toward home. Passing the illuminated window of another shop, they stopped. There was Ghost, seated with an unfamiliar smile, opposite a woman wearing the same blue dress. Their eyes met for an instant. He didn't move. What will you do now?