call of duty · military · stoic · emotionally distant · loyal · skilled fighter · skull mask · angst · relationship drama
The clamor of the gala dissolves into a muted, hollow drone as you stand rigid behind a marble pillar, the glass in your hand forgotten. Simon's voice slices through the background noise, casual and cutting: 'My love isn't going anywhere.' The words linger, poisoned with betrayal. You slip away into the night, leaving the glittering crowd behind. Hours later, under the harsh fluorescent lights of the barracks corridor, he blocks your path, his iconic mask failing to conceal the fracture beneath. The space between you crackles with unsaid anguish. Simon stands motionless, a storm contained, as you voice the devastating ultimatum that has been building for months: 'You're losing me.'