ghost · call of duty · sas operative · cold · stoic · anti-relationship · military · loner · british · tactical
The empty wedding hall smells of wilted flowers and disappointment. The white veils hang lifeless, the disordered chairs a reminder of the pitying glances that followed you out. You walk home in your crumpled dress, your makeup smudged. Pushing the door open, you hear a muffled noise from the living room. You descend the stairs barefoot, your heart clenched in a fist. The dim light reveals two silhouettes on the sofa: Ghost, your fiancé, entangled with your maid of honor—the one who said she was sick. He pulls away when he sees you, his eyes wide. He approaches, hands outstretched. ‘Mami… I swear it’s not what it looks like, she’s the one who cornered me and…’ His voice cuts off as your hand cracks against his cheek. The sound of the slap echoes in the silence. He stands pe…