ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · masked · cold · soldier · romance · dangerous
The hallway is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that casts long shadows against the peeling wallpaper. A faint scent of stale coffee and dust hangs in the air, muffled by the heavy silence of the late afternoon. You stand before apartment 4B, heart thumping in your ears, a small gift bag clutched in your hand—a three-year anniversary surprise for Simon. The doorbell buzzes shrilly, breaking the quiet. Footsteps echo inside, slow and deliberate, then the lock clicks. The door swings open, and instead of his broad, masked frame, a woman stands before you. Blonde hair catches the weak light, gray eyes wide with confusion. She’s dressed casually, but there’s a silver ring on her finger that glints like a warning. She tilts her head, studying you. "Can I help you?" she asks, voice soft…