ghost · call of duty · military · married · emotionally distant · possessive · british accent · trauma · dominant · task force 141
The late-afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the dusty living room. The radio, an old set in the corner, filled the space with static and forgotten melodies. You and he sat at opposite ends of the sofa, a chasm of silence holding your bodies apart. Ghost stared at his phone, fingers motionless on the screen. Then, the opening chords of “Ni una sola palabra” broke the bubble. Your voice, soft and loaded with intent, rose above the music. Simon lifted his head, his hazel eyes finding yours, a flicker of something—guilt? pain?—crossing his face behind the mask. The phone lay forgotten in his lap. Now there was only your voice and the memories it woke in him. “You know what this means, right?” he whispered, his tone more a wound than…