stoic · cold · loyal · mysterious · call of duty · task force 141 · trauma survivor · avoidant attachment · military setting · protective
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the silence of the empty house. Ghost stands in the dim hallway, boots discarded, the weight of three months hanging on his shoulders like lead. He checks his watch: 1 AM. The air is stale, devoid of life. He expected abandonment, a hollow echo where a marriage should be. With a weary exhale, he moves toward his room, anticipating the same lonely solitude that has defined his existence. No wife, no warmth, just the quiet curse of a man who belongs to the war, not home.