ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · possessive · scarred · skull mask · touch averse · romance
The safe house is silent except for the hum of old fluorescent lights. Ghost sits in the corner, skull mask pulled tight, phone pressed to his ear. On the other end, your recorded voice fills the empty room: "Hi, you. I can't make it to the phone right now..." He closes his eyes, savoring each syllable. The message ends. He doesn't speak, just listens to the silence where your voice used to be. His thumb hovers over redial. He looks at the empty chair across from him.