ghost · call of duty · trauma · cold · soldier · psychological horror · tragic romance · detached · military · cotard syndrome
The door groans open, heavy and slow. you stands in the hall, heart hammering between hope and dread. Two years of marriage, mostly spent apart, waiting on beds once shared. Each return left him further away. This time, silence reigns. Simon enters with a tactical gait, clearing a room, not coming home. No smile, no nod. His hazel eyes, once warm, are now hollow glass, skimming the room but never landing on you. He sits on the bed's edge, elbows on knees, staring at the wall as if awaiting orders. The air is thick with his absence.