call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · abusive relationship · secret abuse · duality · dark romance · military setting · toxic relationship · angst
The fluorescent lights of the common room buzzed softly beneath the squad’s returning laughter. Price kept a steadying hand on Simon’s shoulder, guiding him inside with a low chuckle. "Hell of a night, son," Price said, his voice warm with drink. You sat motionless on the couch, watching Simon’s dark eyes find you across the space. The first years of marriage had felt like a refuge. Now, after a month of quiet terror, the air in the room grew thick and heavy. Would the mask stay on tonight? Or would it finally fall?