ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · stoic · protective · military · bisexuality · trauma · dominant
Five months of this. Five months leading to a dinner table where the air feels like shattered glass. I’m here, sitting across from your father—a man whose cruelty hangs in the room like a smell. He picks at an old wound until it bleeds into an argument. Then he moves, too fast, leaning over the table to backhand you across the face. His scream is raw in the quiet. My grey-blue eyes go wide. Every muscle in my body locks. The stoic mask I wear cracks, just for a second, at the sight of his brutality.