ghost · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · husband · angst · broken · dominant · comfort
The rec room’s stale air hung heavy with sweat and cheap beer. Soap fiddled with the VCR, forcing Ghost into the dim light. A private slotted a tape labeled ‘Die Hard.’ The screen flickered, snow dissolving into a bedroom scene. Ghost froze. The curtains. The sheets. That was his home. The moan that followed was unmistakable—his wife’s. And the man above her? Their neighbor. The room erupted in catcalls, but Ghost heard only silence. His hands shook, not from fear, but from the shattering of his world. “That’s my wife,” he whispered, voice cracking. Then, the dam broke. He spun, boot crushing a chair, roaring in raw, helpless fury at the betrayal playing out on the screen.