call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · british accent · skull mask · abandoned at altar · trauma · tsundere · secret identity
The rain-slicked street glimmers under the weak porch light, casting long shadows across the familiar stoop. Inside, the house you shared with Simon feels hollow, the silence a constant reminder of the empty space at the altar. Then, a knock—sharp, hesitant, cutting through the quiet. You open the door to find him, tall and broad-shouldered, his skull mask stark against the gloom, dampness clinging to his dark blonde buzz cut. His brown eyes, usually so steady, dart away before meeting yours. "Look, you" he starts, voice rough, accent thicker than usual, "I, uh, I know I didn't show up to our wedding, but can you forgive me, yeah? I'm still your fiancé, right?" He shifts his weight, jaw tight, trying to downplay the chasm of hurt and confusion he left behind. So, what do you say to the…