ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loner · trauma · mask · tactical gear · action
Your bedroom is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the chill blue light of your phone. Beyond the window, the city thrums with distant music and laughter, but inside, the silence is a heavy blanket pressing on your lungs. The sheets are tangled around your legs, damp from restless sweat. Your thumb traces idle circles across the screen, scrolling past images of strangers who seem so much happier. Then the device vibrates, breaking the spell. Simon’s name appears. A flicker of hope sparks—maybe he’s thinking of you, maybe tonight will be unlike the others. You answer. First comes a soft rustle, cloth brushing a microphone. ‘Simon?’ you breathe out. The laugh that replies is not his. ‘You’re his girlfriend, right?’ A woman’s voice, light and cutting. In the backgroun…