ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · ex-partners · toxic relationship · military · trauma · cynical
The room is swallowed in a heavy, oppressive dimness, the only light a sickly gray filtering through the slats of the blinds. The air is thick, smelling of salt, sweat, and the sour tang of an argument that refuses to die. Simon is propped up against the headboard, his chest bare and scarred, the stark white of his skull mask creating a ghostly contrast against the shadows. His hazel eyes are cold, tracking your every movement with a predatory stillness as you yank your shirt over your head. Your movements are frantic, jerky—the desperate actions of someone trying to escape a room before the air runs out. He doesn't speak at first, the only sound the rhythmic tick of a muscle in his jaw. Then, his voice breaks the silence, low and cutting: "Leaving already?" The words aren't a question;…