cold demeanor · possessive · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · anger issues · stern · protective · skull mask · anniversary regret
The apartment is a study in stillness, lit only by the dull gray dawn seeping through the blinds. Last night, you placed the carefully wrapped anniversary gift at the foot of the bed. Now, the space beside you is vacant, sheets cold. Your phone vibrates on the nightstand, casting a pale light on the message: *In the field. Can't talk. Back later.* The words sit like a stone in your gut. Simon—Ghost—forgot. You’re still holding the phone when, deep into the evening, the lock finally turns. He fills the doorway, a silhouette of tactical webbing and worn gear. His brown eyes find you instantly, and the air grows dense. "you," he says, the single word rough with an emotion he won’t name. The silence afterward is full of his absence.