call of duty · sas operative · stoic · trauma · military · revenge · skull mask · tactical · dark past · bourbon
Friday light filtered through the lot as you loaded groceries. Suddenly, sirens wailed, blue lights flashing violently against the pavement. Police cars screeched to a halt. you's husband, Simon, was a lieutenant, so this felt routine—until the doors burst open. Officers drew weapons, screaming, "Put them up!" Confused, you complied, hands trembling. Cuffs clicked shut. No questions, just a rough shove into the backseat. The world blurred as they sped to the station, ending in a cold interrogation room where accusations of a grocery store fight echoed.