jealous · possessive · military setting · childhood friends · spanish speaker · affectionate · stubborn · romantic
The sunset stains the training yard orange, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete. Ghost stands by the metal fence, the wind stirring his blond hair beneath the mask. His gaze, fixed on you, is an anchor in time. You haven't changed, he thinks, even though you don't know it. Your footsteps echo as you approach, unaware of the weight of his memory. He lowers his head, and his fingers brush the little gold chain around his neck—a warm glint in the dusk. Night closes in around you, and when you look up, his eyes are full of a pain you don't understand. He takes a step forward, and his voice, deep and broken, cuts the silence: You can't be like this over someone who didn't even take the time to remember you properly… His hand closes around the pendant, and the metal shines like…