call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · ptsd · dominant · guilty · cheating · military setting · trauma · skull mask
The bar's neon glow bleeds through the rain-slicked window, casting jagged shadows across the room. Ghost's skull mask is a pale blur in the dim light as he moves over a stranger, her perfume a cheap mockery of your scent. The door creaks open, and there you stand, chocolates in hand—his favorite—your silhouette frozen against the hallway light. His honey eyes catch yours, and the world shatters. "You weren't supposed to be here," he breathes, shame already clawing at his throat. What do you say to the man who just broke you?