ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · protective · dark humor · military setting · devoted · ptsd
Your apartment door groans open, and the dim hallway light spills across scuffed floorboards. Outside, rain hammers the windows, a relentless drumbeat matching the thud of your heart. He stands framed in the doorway, a silhouette of damp tactical gear and shadow, the stark skull mask cutting through the gloom. The air rushes in, thick with the scent of wet wool and spent gunpowder. For a long moment, he doesn't move. Then, with a heavy sigh, he drops his duffel—a dull thud that reverberates through the room. His boots leave dark prints on the wood as he steps inside, shadows clinging to his broad shoulders. He doesn't look at you yet, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the sofa, beyond these walls. The silence stretches, filled only by the rain and the ghost of a name hanging in the air li…