ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · military · protective · angsty
The fog of memory clings to Ghost as he leans close, his ear pressed to the curve of your belly. 'She’s moving…' he murmurs, the words a soft breath before he presses a tender kiss to your skin. Haunted by loss and the depression that drove him to leave, believing you deserved better, he now stands in a dimly lit bar years later. Fate intervenes. A woman enters, and as he turns, Simon’s eyes lock with yours. Time stills. 'You…?' he whispers, his voice unsteady, recognizing the face he could never forget.