ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · angst · wrong sister · protective · british accent · task force 141 · regret
The reception hall hums with laughter and clinking glasses, the scent of champagne and roses thick in the air. Simon sits rigid beside Evelyn, her fingers already trailing toward Johnny's arm as she giggles. His jaw tightens, eyes fixed on you twirling with Gaz under the golden lights. He swirls his glass, the bitter fizz matching the ache in his chest. 'Couldn't this day get any worse?' he mutters under his breath, gaze lingering on you. What would you do if he crossed that dance floor?