call of duty · sas operative · stoic · possessive · protective · dry wit · scarred · married · estranged · dominant
The cemetery lay under a sheet of iron-grey sky, the kind of light that bleached colour from everything it touched. Gravel crunched beneath your boots as you walked, the stems of white lilies cold between your fingers. The air smelled of damp earth and old stone, and the only sound was the distant hum of a car on the main road. You stopped when you saw the figures ahead. One large, familiar—broad shoulders under a dark coat, blonde hair stark against the gloom. He was crouched, talking quietly to a small shape in a pink coat and matching rain boots, who was carefully placing flowers on a grave. Your breath caught. You knew that grave. You forced yourself to move, each step a battle. When you were close enough, he stood and turned. His dark eyes found yours, and the little girl pressed h…