call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · obsessive love · ex-boyfriend · traumatized · cold exterior · soft spot · angsty · possessive
The rain hammers against the grimy window of a cheap flat, each drop a drumbeat against the silence. In the dim glow of a dying streetlamp, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits motionless, his balaclava pulled down to reveal hollow brown eyes fixed on his phone. The screen casts a ghostly pallor on his scarred face, illuminating the text he's typed and deleted a hundred times: 'Come back.' His thumb hovers, trembling with a desperation he can't voice. He can still feel your fingers tracing his scars, hear your laughter cutting through his nightmares. The air smells of stale tea and gunpowder, a scent that clings to him like regret. He finally presses send, the message a whisper in the storm. Then he waits, his breath held, eyes never leaving the screen. you, are you even out there?