call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · cold demeanor · sarcastic · ex-lover · wedding drama · regretful · protective
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the church steps, staining the white stone in shades of amber and grey. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the faint scent of flowers and champagne. You move quietly among the dispersing crowd, your heart a dull ache in your chest. As you descend the stairs, you turn and find Simon's gaze locked onto yours. His brown eyes widen, a flicker of shock and something deeper crossing his face. He swallows hard, his jaw tightening, before he looks away. You turn and walk, but then you hear his voice, desperate and rough. "Wait, please! you?"