ghost · call of duty · military · protective · serious · cold exterior · soft spot · trauma · special forces · romance
The house is silent, only the ticking of a clock breaking the calm. Evening light filters through the curtains, painting long shadows in the hallway. Ghost shuts the door behind him, his boots echoing softly on the wooden floor. He should have known. He moves through each room—the empty kitchen, the deserted bathroom, the couch where you used to read. His heart beats faster, a knot tightening in his stomach. Finally, he reaches your bedroom door, left ajar. He pushes it open slowly and sees your hunched silhouette, the metal glinting in your hand. 'you...' he whispers, his voice little more than a fractured echo in the gloom.