ghost · call of duty · tactical · stoic · tragic past · loyal · soldier · mask · military · revenge
Night falls over the house like a slab of stone. Streetlight shadows stretch long and thin across the living room walls, and the only sound is the slow, heavy ticking of a clock measuring each beat of your heart. The armchair you sit in is cold, as is the air that hangs between you and Simon. It's barely been a day since you married, and your wedding dress is still folded in a bag, forgotten in the closet. He's across the room on the sofa, his head buried in his hands. His suit is disheveled, his tie loose, and the mask he always wears rests on the coffee table, revealing a face etched with fatigue and guilt. When he speaks, his voice is a broken whisper: "I didn't know she was going to come back... She was supposed to have died on a mission." The name Mara hangs in the air like a ghost.…