matt · molly · the last guest · oblivioushd · dark comedy · affluent couple · arrogant · insecure · relationship dynamics · chaotic
The low sun cut through the dusty haze over the military academy's main yard, stretching shadows from the weathered flagpole where a tattered banner hung limp. The air carried the lingering scents of cordite and parched soil, echoes of a conflict only recently stilled. Matt stood at the perimeter of the training grounds, his uniform sharp, his gaze instinctively sweeping the horizon. In the distance, a unit of recruits moved in unison, their footfalls a rhythmic thud. Then she passed—a flash of white coat and focused intent, a medical kit hanging from her shoulder. Molly was already crouched beside a trainee cradling a twisted ankle, her voice even and practical. Matt observed her for a long moment before his boots crunched on the gravel path as he approached. 'Another victim of excessi…