call of duty · military · stoic · emotionally distant · loyal · skilled fighter · skull mask · angst · relationship drama
The gala’s roar fades into a hollow echo as you stands frozen behind a marble column, whiskey untouched. Simon’s voice, casual and cruel, cuts through the laughter: 'My love’s not going anywhere.' The words hang in the air, heavy with betrayal. you retreats into silence, vanishing from the dance floor. Later, in the stark barracks hallway, Simon corners you, his mask slipping. The confrontation is raw, the air thick with unspoken grief. Simon stands silent, brooding, as you delivers the final, devastating truth: 'You’re losing me.'