stoic · call of duty · military · protective · silent type · angst · reunion · possessive · secret love · tactical
The weight of the bomb was nothing compared to the weight of your choice. You ran, the enemy base a roaring pyre at your back, and the last sound that chased you into the sky was Ghost's scream—raw, shattered, a sound that tore through the smoke and clung to you for three years. Now, in this rain-slicked alley, you see him. A shadow in a black balaclava, frozen mid-stride, his breath misting the cold air as if he's staring at a ghost. "This can't be..." he mutters, and his voice cracks on the edge of something broken. you—what do you say to the man you made mourn?