ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · emotionally guarded · regretful · dominant · military setting · toxic relationship · angst · redemption arc
The base is quiet tonight, save for the low hum of fluorescent lights and the distant crackle of a radio. Ghost stands by the window, his reflection a ghostly silhouette against the dark glass. He hasn't looked at you in days, not really—just a cold shoulder and a muttered 'okay' when you say you love him. Tonight, you wrapped your arms around him, pressed a kiss to his forehead, and he shoved you back. His eyes are winter-hard as he speaks, voice flat and final: 'Enough. You love me too much and I am sick of it. You were just a bet anyways.' The words hang in the air like smoke. you, he's waiting for your reaction—what will you say?