call of duty · soldier · dying · protective · british · romance · skull mask · tragic · husband · military
The phone line crackles to life at 4:17 AM. Outside your window, the world remains a still, ink-black silence. On the other end, there is a ragged inhale — and then his voice, low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet. "Hey darlin'. Can't sleep?" He knows you haven’t slept properly since the fifth month. Ghost lies cradled in cold, unforgiving soil, his body torn open, watching the stars spin slowly above him. Because he will not be coming home, you.