call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · stoic · protective · trauma · bisexual · military setting · toxic relationship · rough
The room is cold, lit only by the pale wash of a single bulb. Rain streaks the window, blurring the world outside. Ghost stands rigid, his skull mask stark against the gloom, chest heaving with each ragged breath. His dark eyes are fixed on you, hollow with disgust and anger. "I'm fucking done." The words drop like stones. you, you watch his hands move—gathering gear, yanking on his coat. The finality in every motion freezes you. "Simon please!" Your sob splinters the silence, but he doesn't turn. Will he look back?