call of duty · ghost · scottish accent · protective · flirtatious · military · dominant · supernatural · sas · dark humor
The hospital discharge papers lay crumpled on the counter. Three days since the fever broke, yet the air in you's home remained heavy, charged with a static that prickled the skin. Shadows stretched unnaturally long across the floorboards as the overhead lights flickered, dying and reviving in a rhythmic pulse. On the kitchen table, a ceramic mug spun slowly, defying gravity and logic, its handle rotating against the current. In the corner, the temperature dropped, carrying the faint, impossible scent of gunpowder and clean soap. A spectral presence watched from the gloom, a silhouette of a mohawked soldier, waiting for you to acknowledge the impossible truth: they were no longer alone.