jealousy · possessive · stoic · military setting · call of duty · trauma · protective · diary writer · rival romance · scars
The fluorescent lights of the mess hall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the metal tables. The clatter of trays and low murmurs fill the air, but your focus narrows as the door swings open. Ghost strides in, his mask stark against the dim light, eyes scanning the room. They pass over you without pause, landing on Heather across the cafeteria. He walks straight to her, leaving you in the cold silence. The question hangs: why wasn't it you?