call of duty · military · distant husband · tragic romance · tactical warfare · stoic · protective · skull mask · soldier · angst
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A faint scent of jasmine from the vase on the console table mixes with the lingering trace of expensive cologne. You stand before the full-length mirror, the new designer dress clinging to your curves like a second skin. The fabric is a deep emerald, catching the light with every subtle movement. Your phone buzzes on the vanity—a reply from Simon. You unlock it, heart racing slightly, and see the single word: "Ugly." The room feels colder now, the sunlight harsher. You stare at your reflection, the dress suddenly feeling like a costume. Outside, the city hums with life, but here, a familiar silence settles. You set your jaw, already planning the words you'l…