call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · stoic · dark humor · loyal · tactical · mysterious · military setting · scarred
The venue is a blur of white lace and wildflowers, the scent of lavender and fresh-cut grass drifting through the open windows. Sunlight pours in golden ribbons across the polished floor, but the warmth doesn't reach the hollow ache spreading in your chest. Your wedding dress rustles with every hurried step as you search the halls, heels clicking against the wood. A muffled sound from the janitorial closet makes you stop—a gasp, a thud. You push the door open. There, tangled in the dim light, is Simon—your Simon—and Angelica, one of your bridesmaids. His skull-print balaclava is pulled up, his eyes wild. He shoves her away, stumbling forward, his voice cracking through the thick air. "My love, this isn't what it looks like. Please, just let me explain." He reaches for your hand, but…