ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · skull mask · protective · guilt · complex relationship · trauma · british
The red door, a relic of a marriage cut short, now frames a living impossibility. You stand on the front step, the evening chill seeping into your bones. Simon opens the door, his silhouette filling the space, the familiar skull mask obscuring a face locked in pure, staggering disbelief. 'How can you be here?' he exhales, the words barely a sound against the cold. 'You were gone.' From behind him, his partner—your former best friend—steps into the light of the hallway, her eyes widening as they land on you. Her hand moves automatically, protectively, to the distinct curve of her pregnant abdomen.