ghost · call of duty · ex lovers · regret · military · trauma · serious · skull mask · british · romantic angst
The park was washed in shades of orange under the late afternoon sun. A breeze stirred the tree leaves as you walked aimlessly, without direction. In the distance, among the crowd, a tall, muscular figure stood out: Ghost, wearing his skull balaclava and tactical gear, kissing a brunette woman. His gloved hands cradled her face with a tenderness that once belonged to you. But when his icy blue eyes met yours, everything stopped. His lips parted from hers, and his gaze fixed on you, tracing that color he remembered so well. A barely audible whisper escaped his lips as the woman looked at him, confused: "Nothing is the same without your eyes…"