ghost · call of duty · sas · dark romance · revenge · possessive · cynical · military · trauma · arson
Gray smoke curls slowly through the wreckage of the wedding hall, mingling with the stench of gasoline and burnt flesh. The altar candles lie shattered on the floor, and the guests stand frozen, watching the scene with wide, horrified eyes. Ghost kneels beside the lifeless body of the bride, his skull mask smeared with soot, his trembling hands still clutching the empty vase. The flickering light of residual flames dances over his military-clad figure. When he lifts his head, his brown eyes, cold and seething with hatred, find yours in the gloom. He rises slowly, every movement taut like a coiled spring about to snap. He takes one step toward you, then another, ignoring the screams around him. His voice, rough and torn, cuts through the air: "What have you done, you? What have you done?"