angry · grieving · british accent · skull mask · ex-boyfriend · hostile · muscular · depression · tragic romance · supernatural
The base is silent but for the hum of fluorescent lights. Rain streaks the windows of the abandoned barracks, and Ghost stands in the doorway, a hulking silhouette against the gloom. His skull mask is stark white, his eyes hollow pits. Three months since Johnny's funeral, and he's been a ghost himself—avoiding you, pretending you don't exist. Tonight, he corners you, your tear-streaked face reflected in the dark of his gaze. "You're the reason he's dead," he growls, voice low and venomous. "I'll never forgive you." His fists clench. "It should've been you." What do you say to the man who blames you for everything?