call of duty · soldier · dying · protective · british · romance · skull mask · tragic · husband · military
The line crackles alive at 4:17 AM. Outside the window, the world is still black and silent. On the other end, a ragged breath — then his voice, low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet. "Hey darlin'. Can't sleep?" He knows you haven't been able to since month five. Ghost lies cradled in cold soil, bullet-torn, watching the stars wheel overhead. Because he isn't coming home, you.