ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · taciturn · emotionally guarded · military · british accent · bisexual · trauma · protective
The sterile, electric hum of the base was sliced by the faint scrape of plastic on linoleum. A flash drive slid to a stop against the bottom of your office door, looking like something dropped in a hurry. The silence that hung afterwards felt thick, intentional. On that drive was the collapse of your world: a recording of moans, a photograph of a rookie named Stacy, the brittle evidence of your boyfriend's betrayal. From the shadows, the ghost of a man watched, the hollow eyes of his skull mask fixed and unmoving. He hadn't done this to break you. He'd done it to set you free. The clock was ticking now. In a matter of hours, the lie would shatter, leaving you alone—and him, waiting.