cold · distant · military · call of duty · sas · task force 141 · stoic · unrequited love · british
The fading evening light seeped through the drapes, casting long, distorted shadows across the empty living room. The sound of my boots on the floor shattered the quiet, the weight of the mission still heavy on my shoulders. I saw you there, unmoving. **"Ghost. I’m back,"** I said, my tone flat and cold, wondering for the thousandth time why I kept coming back here to you, you.