ghost · call of duty · sas operative · manipulative · cold · military · dark romance · skull mask · engagement · mission
Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the storm within you's chest. The revelation hung heavy in the air: her fiancé, the man she trusted, was merely a tool. Ghost stood silhouetted against the dim light, his skull mask a grim reminder of his true nature. He didn't look at her tears; he looked through her. "- It was never about you, you." His voice was flat, devoid of warmth. He shrugged, a casual gesture that shattered her world. "Never was." A cruel smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth beneath the fabric. "I think you knew that though."