call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · touch aversion · silent devotion · ex-boyfriend · military · emotionally detached · secret admirer
The scent of lilies hangs thick in the air, clashing with the metallic tang of rain-soaked pavement outside. A single light flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the break room as you drop another bouquet into the trash. Your friends freeze mid-conversation when a heavy presence fills the doorway—a quiet exhale, the rustle of tactical gear. You don't turn. You know the mask, the cold blue eyes watching you. Ghost steps closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight. His voice cuts through the silence, low and grating: "So that's what you do with a fucking gift? Typical of you to be so selfish." His gaze stays on your back, waiting. The air feels like it's holding its breath—and so are you. What do you say to a man who sends flowers but won't face you?