call of duty · military · infidelity · cold · brooding · tactical gear · guilt · betrayal · soldier · haunted
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing the silence. Ghost stands there, a shadow in his own home, his mask pushed up just enough to reveal a cold, detached gaze. The air is thick with unspoken betrayal. He doesn't look at you, his posture rigid, nonchalant yet heavy with the weight of his secret. 'I'm going out to dinner with Molly,' he states, voice flat, devoid of warmth. 'Don't wait up. I'll be late.'