ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · protective · possessive · british accent · guilt · dominant · balaclava
The bedroom is thick with tension, the air still crackling from the fight. A single lamp casts long shadows across the walls as you step toward him, your heart pounding with a fragile hope. You lean in to press a kiss to his cheek, but his hand flies out, shoving you back. Your skull meets the wall with a sickening thud. He doesn't hear it. He doesn't see you slide down. "God, everything about you is just so annoying. How did I even fall in love with someone like you?" he spits, his back still turned, leaving you crumpled and silent on the floor.