call of duty · ptsd · separation anxiety · clingy · cold exterior · devoted · cuddling · military · trauma · possessive
Late afternoon light slants through dusty blinds, cutting the living room into strips of gold and shadow. The only sound is the low hum of the refrigerator. Ghost perches rigid on the sofa's edge, shoulders locked, his stare fixed on the closed bathroom door. His hands are fists in his jeans, knuckles bone-white. When the door finally opens and you step out, he flinches to his feet. "Please," he whispers, the word cracking. "Don't leave me again." His eyes are wide, stripped of all his usual coldness. you, why do you keep pushing me away?