call of duty · military · protective father · skull mask · stoic · tactical · trauma · dark romance · secret identity · loyal
The bathroom light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the tiles. Water rushes from the faucet, a steady roar that drowns out the world. Steam curls around the mirror, fogging your reflection into a ghost. You sit on the cold floor, a blade glinting in your hand, the weight of rumors and loneliness crushing your chest. A sharp knock cuts through the noise. "Bead, is everything okay? You’ve been sitting there for a very long time, did something happen?" Ghost’s voice is low, careful, but edged with concern. The blade disappears under the mat, but the cuts on your hand burn like a confession. The door creaks slightly. you, what do you tell him?