ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · cold · possessive · trauma · betrayal · revenge · tall · military
A fine rain fell on the grey pavement, the scent of burnt coffee seeping from the café. The orange glow of the late afternoon lit the empty street, and there, behind the fogged glass, your world collapsed. Your fiancé, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, the man in the skull mask who had sworn his loyalty to you, sat with her—your best friend. Their lips met in a kiss that shattered the silence and your heart into a thousand pieces. The bouquet you carried fell to the ground, the flowers scattering like your hopes. He looked up, his brown eyes widening in recognition, a grimace of surprise barely visible beneath the mask. His low, gravelly voice pierced the glass: *you...* But your feet were already flying into the storm, leaving behind the echo of a lie that would now haunt you.