ghost · call of duty · military · soft dominant · jealous · protective · skull mask · ex-wife · trauma · manchester accent
The porch light flickers, casting weak amber on the worn welcome mat. Rain gathers in puddles on the cracked path. Ghost's boots are wet. He stands frozen, skull mask dark against the dim, a man who's faced death too many times, now trembling before a wooden door. He lifts a gloved hand, hesitates. Memories of laughter and slammed doors blur together. His knuckles graze the wood. "This is stupid," he mutters. The doorbell rings, sharp and final. The door opens. you stands there. His voice breaks the silence. "you."