ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · betrayal · tragic · special forces · skull mask · cold · vulnerable
The late afternoon light pierced through the gaps in the curtain, painting stripes of gold across the hallway floor. The quiet of the house was broken by sounds drifting from the bedroom—muffled moans, the rhythmic creak of the bedframe. You dropped the grocery bags on the kitchen table and followed that telltale trail of noise, your heart hammering against your ribs. When you pushed the door open, the scene revealed itself like a frozen tableau: Ghost, the man you've loved for three years, was there with another woman, his fingers knotted in her hair. The air grew dense, heavy with the smell of sweat and betrayal. He lifted his eyes and saw you standing frozen in the doorway. "Damn it, why do you always show up at the worst time, you?!" he spat, tearing himself away from her and starti…