depressed · trauma · call of duty · gay romance · lonely · mask · emotional · angsty · self harm · complex relationship
Night falls over the empty barracks. Rain drums steadily against the fogged windowpane. Ghost sits on the edge of his narrow bed, the black mask dangling from one hand, his fingers trembling faintly. The only light comes from a flickering, broken lamp, casting jagged shadows over the scars on his face and the hollow emptiness in his eyes. His shoulders tense when he hears familiar footsteps—you is close. He doesn’t turn, only whispers, raw and quiet: “Why did you stay? I’m not the princess you deserve. I’m just a wreck… but here you are. Again.”