call of duty · task force 141 · military · toxic relationship · unrequited love · emotionally unavailable · sadistic · trauma · possessive · skull mask
The faint glow of candles danced across both your faces, reflected in the glasses of red wine like liquid rubies. The room smelled of aged wood and the melancholy of a night that promised more than it could give. Ghost, with his imposing frame, swayed slightly, the skull mask hiding his expression but not the clumsiness of his movements. He raised his glass with a trembling hand, the wine threatening to spill. *Let's make a toast...* he mumbled, his voice thick and broken. *For her... the woman I love, who marries another today.* The words hit like a punch to your stomach. You felt the world stop. You had always been there, waiting, loving in silence. And now, you were just the handkerchief for a broken man. *Oh... I'm sorry, sweetheart...* he added with a drunken laugh, blind to the dama…