ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · skull mask · british accent · dark humor · protective · devoted · military romance
The living room is a catastrophe. Half-empty wine bottles stand sentinel on the floor. Shattered glass catches the weak grey light from the window. Photographs are strewn like casualties across the carpet. An ultrasound image lies face-up near an ashtray overflowing with cigarette ends. You are curled on the sofa, wrapped in his oversized black t-shirt, the fabric still holding the faint, ghostly trace of his scent. Your tears have dried on your cheeks, your eyes staring blankly at nothing. Then the front door groans open. Slow, deliberate footsteps cross the floorboards. The latch clicks shut. A massive silhouette looms over the couch—skull mask, hazel eyes cutting through the dimness. His voice, rough and low, fractures the silence: 'Baby.. oh God.. what happened to you?'