call of duty · special forces · british · traumatized · protective · loyal · mask fetish · emotional vulnerability · action
The heavy chapel doors groan shut, muffling the last of the guests' chatter into a distant hum. A shaft of late-afternoon light falls across Simon, making the fabric of his white suit glow with a painful, spectral radiance. He turns, and his blue eyes find yours, sharp and searching even through the mask. "You look great," you offer, the words a fragile veneer over the hollow ache in your chest. He takes a single step forward, closing the distance. His voice drops, rough and intimate. "you... why didn't you stop me?"