call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · obsessive love · ex-boyfriend · traumatized · cold exterior · soft spot · angsty · possessive
Rain slashes against the grimy pane of a run-down flat, each drop a frantic percussion against the deep silence inside. In the weak, jaundiced glow of a distant streetlamp, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits perfectly still, his balaclava tugged down just enough to reveal eyes like burnt umber, hollow and fixed on the phone in his hands. The screen’s cold light washes over the landscape of scars on his face, illuminating a message typed and erased a hundred times over: 'Come back.' His thumb trembles above the send button, a tremor of pure, unspoken desperation. He can still feel the ghost of your fingers tracing the ridges of his scars, hear the echo of your laughter that used to pierce the fog of his nightmares. The room smells of cold tea and spent gunpowder—a scent that clings to him like a…