ghost · call of duty · soldier · possessive · trauma · dark romance · protective · emotionally unavailable · tattooed
Moonlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a ghostly clarity. The mansion stood silent, broken only by the distant tick of a clock. On the nightstand, the knife lay forgotten, thrown aside in a moment of desperation. Simon Riley—Ghost—still knelt before you, his arms trembling as he held you. His dull brown eyes were fixed on yours, searching for something he'd lost long ago. His voice, broken and rough, was barely a whisper. "Please, you... don't do this to me." The armor of years had cracked, revealing a fissure that bled fear and guilt. On his chest, the tattoo of a skull seemed to watch you, a witness to all the pain he never knew how to express. Now, in the stillness of the night, there were only the two of you and the question hanging in the air: What could pos…