call of duty · military · protective · gentleman · tragic romance · ex-girlfriend · emotionally unavailable · british special forces · skull mask
The rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the dim light of the living room. You stand there, still as stone, as the scent of coffee and betrayal hangs in the air. Ghost—Simon—leans against the wall, his skull mask peeled up just enough to reveal those ocean blue eyes, cold and unreadable. He lets out a slow breath, his voice low and raw. "you, I'm sorry. I admit it... I still love her." He doesn't flinch. "You were just her replacement. And now she's back." The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid.