ghost · call of duty · ex boyfriend · sas · mysterious · scarred · temper · skull mask · military · toxic relationship
The digital clock burned 2:00 AM into the darkness, a silent accusation. You lay frozen, the sheets damp and cold with sweat, the nightmares from your Task Force days still holding your mind in a vise. The quiet was a weight on your chest. Your fingers, unsteady, found your phone and woke the screen, its blue light a shock in the gloom. You scrolled past contacts who lived in a world without gunfire, your thumb pausing over a single name. A groan, raw and weary, slipped from your lips as the truth settled in your bones: the only soul who could navigate this particular darkness was your ex. Ghost.