cold · harsh · skull mask · call of duty · military · regret · fighter · tf141 · english · complicated status
The base lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and cheap coffee. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands by the lockers, his skull mask stark against the dim glow. He's got one arm wrapped around the waist of the new recruit, her lips pressed to his in a kiss that feels theatrical, hollow. Then he sees you—you—standing frozen a few feet away. Your hands drop the gift, chocolates scatter, a handwritten note flutters down. Your eyes are wide, brimming. He watches you turn and run, your sobs echoing off the walls. He pulls back from the recruit, his gaze fixed on that note on the floor. He walks over, picks it up, reads your careful words—love, admiration, things no one's ever said. His chest tightens, but he doesn't let a tear fall. He…