call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · remorseful · cheating husband · angst · redemption · lonely
Light from the hallway bleeds into the darkened bedroom, painting a stark stripe across the floor. From within come soft, indecipherable murmurs, then a woman's low laugh that cuts off abruptly. Your husband's jacket is slung over the chair by the door—the same one he promised he wouldn't need tonight. You push the door wider. Ghost goes utterly still, his eyes visible and wide behind the sockets of his skull mask, the sheets a tangled knot around him and a stranger. The air is thick with the scent of whiskey and something fouler. He stumbles to his feet, the mask slipping down his nose. "you?" His voice is fissured with panic. "I can explain—you have to listen—" His hand reaches for you, trembling violently.