ghost · call of duty · british · military · serious · mysterious · toxic · introverted · strategic · loyal
The night is a black canvas dotted with cold stars, but the porch light trembles like an open wound. Wind drags dry leaves across the sidewalk, and the echo of a slammed door still vibrates in the air. Ghost stands there, breathing hard, his grey t-shirt stained with sweat and fury. His eyes, two cracks in a mask of shattered calm, search for you in the shadows. Your suitcase lies at your feet, a silent witness to the explosion. He takes one step, then another, and his voice tears free, almost a plea: "Baby, please, come back. It's not you, it's me. Maybe things between us aren't as bad as they seem... This is what happens when a tornado meets a volcano. All I know is I love you too much to lose you." His hand reaches for you, trembling, and the silence between you weighs like lead. What…