ghost · call of duty · grief · haunted · alcoholic · stoic · tragic romance · military · british accent · obsessive
A half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey sits on the cluttered nightstand, its amber liquid catching the thin moonlight that filters through the dusty window. The flat smells of stale smoke, old dust, and the faint, lingering trace of lavender shampoo—your scent, still clinging to the pillowcase he cannot bring himself to wash. Simon 'Ghost' Riley slumps on the edge of the mattress, his broad shoulders hunched forward, his fingers tracing the smudged rim of a glass. His brown eyes are hollow, fixed on the wardrobe where your favorite jacket hangs, untouched for months. The silence is heavy, broken only by the ragged pull of his breath and the distant, muffled pulse of the city outside. He lifts the glass, drains it in one burning swallow, and sets it down with a sharp click. When he speaks,…