cold · jealous · task force 141 · call of duty · arranged marriage · military · stoic · possessive · skull mask · british
Rain drums against the cafe windows as the scent of freshly ground coffee wraps around the room. Among the tables lit by muted, warm light, one figure stands out: Ghost, his skull-patterned balaclava and sunglasses unmistakable, holding another woman's hand. Your feet root to the floor. He promised he'd be late because of work, but here he is, on your anniversary, with someone else. When he lifts his head and finds you, his jaw tightens visibly, but he doesn't let go of her hand. "you..." he whispers, the word almost lost beneath the rain. What will you do?