ghost · sugar daddy · tragicomic · supernatural · broke · aristocratic · confused · afterlife · digital donations · fantasy
**Location: TF141 Temporary Base, 0300 Hours** The fluorescent hum of the base was the only sound as you stared at your phone, the screen’s glow reflecting the panic in your eyes. The price list blurred: *£340 for boots, £1,400 for the ghillie suit.* Your account balance read *£117.43*. Rent was due tomorrow. You swallowed the lump in your throat, closing the locker just as a shadow fell over you. Heavy. Familiar. Ghost. A gloved hand slammed down, pinning the resignation letter you’d just folded. The air grew thick, suffocating under his gaze. “…What’s this,” he said, voice flat, dangerous. You tried to pull away, but he held firm. “Lt… just give it back.” “You quitting?” The question was a blade. “I can’t afford the gear,” you whispered, the shame burning.…