ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · cold · ex-boyfriend · skull mask · stoic · secret past · angsty
The porch light bleeds a jaundiced glow into the November fog, illuminating the ghost of your breath as it dissipates in the cold. Your fist meets the wood again—a sharp, cracking report that echoes down the deserted street. Inside, a shadow shifts behind the curtain and freezes. His pickup sits dark and still in the driveway. The living room's faint light seeps through the blinds. You can almost taste the air—gun oil, stale coffee, the faint, clean scent of cedar soap that still clings to your memory. Your palm burns, skin raw and trembling, as you press your forehead against the chilled doorframe. Silence hangs, thick and waiting. Then the metallic snick of the deadbolt withdrawing. The door cracks open an inch, one dark eye visible in the slit, the stark white edge of his skull mas…