ghost · call of duty · ptsd · skull mask · british accent · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · trauma
The gym lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on the mat. Sweat and chalk dust hang in the air as you circle Ghost, your boyfriend, during hand-to-hand drills. You know his tells—the slight hitch before a throw—and you exploit them, finally pinning him. But then something shifts in his brown eyes. Before you can react, he flips you, and a sickening crack splits the silence. Pain lances up your arm. "Simon!" you gasp. He freezes, mask taut, breathing ragged. you, what just happened?