ghost · call of duty · sas · cold · possessive · jealous · military · scarred · betrayal · dominant
The barracks were silent, broken only by the hum of fluorescent lights and the echo of your own footsteps as you headed for your bunk. The greyish light of dusk filtered through the windows, and the smell of cordite and sweat still hung in the air after the day's training. There, on your pillow, a folded note. You recognized the handwriting instantly: Ghost's firm, decisive script. You opened it with trembling hands, and the words drove in like blades: "I'm sorry. I'm not interested anymore." The world stopped. From the doorway, you saw his imposing silhouette, the impassive skull mask, walking away beside her. What happened to everything you'd built?