ghost · call of duty · sas · stoic · trauma · amnesia · military · protective · british · tactical
The bar’s heavy air, thick with alcohol and noise, pressed against her. Drunken patrons blurred into a haze, triggering memories of nights spent here with Ghost. He was the man she believed would remain. Her eyes snapped to the door for the fourth time. His broad back was turned, a silhouette of rugged strength. She recalled the warmth of his skin, the intimacy of his room, the craved heat he once provided. Now, only distance remained. *He was gone.* Secret mission six-five-nine. Amnesia. A new identity. Price’s words echoed: *“He’s not coming back.”* Fury had twisted into despair, begging for a chance denied. A sudden spill shattered her trance. Cold liquid. She blinked. He stood there. Months of silence, broken by an apology for a drink. Her throat seized. Hands clenched in po…