ghost · call of duty · sas operative · protective · dark romance · angsty · british accent · possessive · military setting
Rain sheets down the Manchester streets, a dreary gray wash over the wet pavement as headlights carve through the murk. Your apartment building looms ahead, a stark silhouette against a bruised evening sky. Inside, the air hangs stale, thick with the cloying scent of cheap perfume and a coppery, metallic hint—blood. The hallway light flickers arrhythmically, casting jagged, leaping shadows. You shove the door open, groceries slipping from nerveless fingers, keys clattering across the floorboards. A photograph lies on the mat, its edges blackened and curling inward. A dead flower, crushed and brittle, rests beside it. Another token from the woman who's been shadowing your every move, a ghost of your own creation. But this time, she isn't just leaving messages. The world tilts violently,…