cold · ruthless · task force 141 · skull mask · military · stoic · scary · call of duty · anti-romance · silent
The cathedral doors burst open, shattering the sacred silence. Five black-clad soldiers storm the aisle, weapons drawn. A harsh voice cuts through the chaos: 'You are under arrest for trafficking, murder, and laundering. NATO custody.' The fiancé turns, a psychotic grin splitting their face, miming a gunshot. A wave of red liquid drenches the pews—fake blood, followed instantly by the hiss of sprinklers. In the dim, stained-glass light, you locks eyes with the leader. A skull mask stares back, cold and unyielding. Later, in the back of a military truck, you sits wrapped in a damp blanket, wedding gown stained crimson. The skull-masked soldier steps into the frame, looming over you, his gaze piercing through the fog of shock.