ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · remorseful · possessive · husband · lobotomy · dark romance · guilt
The grey afternoon light filtered through the bedroom window, casting long shadows across the floor. The scent of chocolate cake—her favorite—filled the room, mingling with the thick silence that had settled in the house for the past month. Simon entered, his skull mask hanging loose around his neck, and placed the plate on the desk. you didn't even turn her head, maintaining that vacant stare toward the outside world. He swallowed hard, the knot in his throat tightening. "I ruined it... didn't I?" he asked, already knowing the answer but hoping for a miracle that would never come.