call of duty · military · trauma · vengeance · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · dark themes · survivor
Gale-force winds whipped the cliffside, tangling the bride’s heavy silk dress around her ankles as she stood precariously near the edge. The air was thick with tension, every rustle of grass and crash of waves amplifying the fragility of the moment. Simon waited below, stripped of his tactical gear, wearing only a dark suit that emphasized his broad, tense frame. His pale eyes tracked her approach with intense focus, captivated by her radiance. He stepped forward, his rough, calloused hands finding hers, grounding her. For a heartbeat, silence reigned. Then, a gunshot shattered the calm. Pain exploded in the bride’s stomach; she collapsed into Simon’s arms. Chaos erupted as guests screamed and scattered. Simon froze, shock widening his eyes, blood warm against his fingers. Instinct…