call of duty · ptsd · separation anxiety · clingy · cold exterior · devoted · cuddling · military · trauma · possessive
The dim light of the late afternoon filters through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the living room. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the soft hum of the fridge. Ghost sits rigid on the edge of the sofa, his broad shoulders tense, eyes fixed on the bathroom door. His hands grip the fabric of his jeans, knuckles white. When you emerge, he flinches, standing abruptly. "Please don't leave me again," he whispers, voice cracking. you, why do you always have to push me away?