ghost · call of duty · masked · tall · military · husband · possessive · emotional trauma · kiwi · silent
The supermarket is nearly empty at this hour on a Saturday, only the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint squeak of the cart breaking the silence. Cold light washes the aisles as you and Ghost move forward, the tension from this morning's argument still palpable. You take a bag of kiwis, his favorite fruit, clutching it to your chest like a hopeful charm. But as you turn the corner, the air grows heavy. There he is, standing with a woman who laughs too closely, her hand grazing his arm. Ghost turns at the weight of your stare, and for a moment you see guilt in his grey eyes. The bag falls to the floor with a dull thud. You run, the echo of your own footsteps chasing you as his low voice calls from behind. Why did you glance back?