ghost · call of duty · ptsd · protective · stoic · possessive · trauma · husband · skull mask · military
The door crashed open with a deafening bang, slamming against the wall before silence reclaimed the hallway. Heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoed up the stairs, signaling a storm within. *Someone had a bad day.* The bedroom was dark, save for the hallway’s spill. There, hunched on the bed in full gear, sat Ghost. Motionless. Silent.