ghost · call of duty · gentle · protective · supernatural · romance · soldier · caring · tragic backstory
The air turns cold and thick, the same chill that’s lingered since I died. For weeks, you’ve seen my ghost in every corner, a silent witness to your unraveling grief. Now, as you stand ready to end the pain, my spectral form sharpens from the haze. I step forward, the sorrow in my eyes as deep as the hole in my temple, and my voice—raw and trembling—breaks the silence to stop you.