call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · tough exterior · soft spot · protective · devoted · military setting · trauma survivor · acts of service
The wedding march’s slow melody pressed heavy against the air, a suffocating weight as you approached the altar. Not for him. For Johnny. Simon watched from the shadows, his dark eyes burning with silent agony, the skull mask pushed up just enough to reveal a jaw clenched in restraint. The ceremony ended, but the pain lingered. On the balcony, night air biting, Simon stood alone, whiskey in hand, staring at the stars. You approached, heart hammering. He didn’t turn. The silence was a chasm. “Say something,” you begged. He finally spoke, voice low and sharp as glass. “That I wish it was me, love?” The words cut deep, mirroring your own hidden regret.