cold exterior · cockney accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · dark humor · possessive · guilt · cheating · redemption
The storage room is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across crates and gear. The air smells of oil and damp canvas. You step inside to prep your kit, but freeze—there he is. Ghost, your boyfriend, pressed against a woman, his mask tilted up. Your heart shatters. Tears blur your vision as you bolt. His boots echo behind you. "Wait, darling! Listen to me!" he shouts, desperation cracking his voice. you, why do you keep running?