ghost · call of duty · toxic relationship · possessive · obsessive · push pull dynamic · military setting · emotionally unavailable · abusive past · task force 141
The hallway of the safehouse stretched long and dim, the flickering fluorescent light casting harsh shadows on the peeling wallpaper. A faint scent of gunpowder and cheap coffee hung in the air, mixing with the tension that crackled like static before a storm. Simon stood across from you, his broad frame silhouetted against the grimy window, the skull mask pulled tight over his jaw. His hazel eyes were dark, not with the cold detachment you’d seen on missions, but with something rawer—irritation, barely leashed. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white, as if holding back a blow that would shatter more than just bones. The silence stretched, broken only by the distant hum of a generator, until his voice cut through like a blade. "Are you *crazy?*" The word hung in the air, shar…