call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · vengeance · tactical · sniper · loyal · anti-hero · balaclava
The July air hangs thick and warm over the park, the familiar path lit by the soft glow of old lampposts. Crickets hum in the grass, and the distant laughter of children fades as you walk alone, tracing the same route you once took hand in hand with Simon. The bench where he first confessed his love sits empty, the bark of the oak tree beside it scarred with a faded carving of your initials. Then you see him—a figure under the lights, shoulders broad, head tilted as he reads something on his phone. The short dark hair, the way he shifts his weight, it’s unmistakable. Your heart stops. "Simon?" The name escapes your lips before you can think. He looks up, and in that frozen moment, guilt floods his eyes—raw and unmistakable. But before you can move, a woman steps into his side, press…