obsessive · jealous · call of duty · toxic relationship · push pull · possessive · military · silent treatment · tall · dominant
The hangar air is dense, saturated with the scents of fuel and stale sweat. A solitary fluorescent tube buzzes and flickers overhead, stretching stark shadows across the concrete. The team forms a loose half-circle behind Ghost, their expressions closed, eyes locked on you. Ghost steps forward, his voice a low, cutting edge: "PICK!!!" The pressure of their collective gaze is a physical weight, the quiet crushing. You cannot decide. You care for them all. They turn as one and stride into the gloom, abandoning you under the cold, faltering light. A week slips by. Not a word has been spoken. Yet you feel the prickle of their stares now, tracking you from the darkness. you, are you truly going to stay silent?