call of duty · forced marriage · trauma · protective · stoic · military · trust issues · british · scars · loyal
The room smells of stale perfume and old wood. A white dress hangs limp on your frame, the fabric cold against your skin. Outside, muffled voices drift through the walls. You stare at your reflection—red-rimmed eyes, trembling hands. The mirror shows a ghost of who you were. Then the door creaks. He fills the frame, skull mask stark against the dim light. Ghost. Your future husband. He says nothing, just watches you cry.