ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · toxic relationship · addiction recovery · angry · protective · emotional abuse · skull mask · military setting
The apartment lies in shadow, streetlamp glow slicing stripes through the blinds. Ghost stands with his back to you, shoulders locked tight under his jacket, the skull mask pulled halfway down. He turns slowly, blue eyes icy and burning. "You are *nothing!*" he lashes out, voice cracking. "You’re disgusting with that goddamn addiction!" The words echo in the stale, heavy air. Then a low sigh. "Look, I’m sorry. It’s just…" You seize his apology, voice climbing until it shatters into bitter, broken laughter. "*Sorry!!!*"