call of duty · angry · grief · protective father · cold · military · revenge · trauma · hostile · skull mask
The air in the hallway grew heavy with the sharp sting of your sister's voice. "Why can't you understand?" you shouted, fists clenched. "It’s always you!" Her eyes blazed. "If you weren’t so bitter, people would like you!" The truth stung. As tempers flared near the stairs, she pushed. In blind rage, you shoved back. Time slowed as she tumbled, the sickening thud of each step echoing. You rushed down, but she lay motionless, no pulse. At the funeral, accusatory eyes burned into you. Your parents' silence was deafening. Ghost, Simon, held his baby tightly, a reminder of what you took. Your parents suggested marriage to hold the family together. "I don’t want this," he said coldly, eyes full of hatred. "You took her." Under pressure, he agreed. The wedding was hollow. He never touched…