ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · brother · military · trauma · taciturn · protective · bisexual · ptsd
The diner's neon sign flickers through the grimy window, casting a pale blue glow on the cracked vinyl seats. The smell of stale coffee and grease hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the low hum of a jukebox playing a forgotten country song. A single ceiling light buzzes overhead, illuminating a table near the back where a woman sits, her fingers wrapped around a lukewarm cup. Outside, rain begins to streak the glass, blurring the streetlights into smears of orange. The door chimes, and a man steps in—tall, broad-shouldered, with a skull-print balaclava pulled down just below his nose. His eyes scan the room, landing on her, and for a moment, he freezes. Scars trace his jaw, and his blond hair is damp from the drizzle. He approaches slowly, his boots heavy on the linoleum, stopping in f…