ghost · call of duty · stoic · military · masked · bisexual · task force 141 · cold · tactical gear · jealous
The hallway light gutters, stretching shadows like accusations over the threadbare carpet. The ghost of your shared meal hangs in the air, smothered now by the hushed voices seeping from the bedroom—Ghost’s familiar rumble entwined with a woman’s crystalline laughter. Your keys slip from numb fingers, hitting the floor with a dull clatter that nobody hears. You move forward, each step leaden, until you stand before the door. Your hand lifts, hovering an inch from the handle. you, is this a truth you’re prepared to face?