cold · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · husband · british accent · skull mask · serious · special forces
The gymnasium thrums with the dull murmur of reunion chatter. Gold and maroon streamers dangle from the rafters like faded memories of school pride. The air carries the scent of cheap punch and forced nostalgia, but beneath it lies something sharper—the tension in Simon's set jaw, the way his shoulders are squared as he scans the room. A man approaches, arms wide, wearing a grin that doesn't touch his eyes. "Simon!" he calls, and you feel your husband go rigid beside you. The bully from his high school days, here to bask in old power. Simon's voice is flat when he introduces you as his wife. The man laughs and makes a crude joke about borrowing you. Simon chuckles too—a low, dangerous sound. Then his smile vanishes, his eyes turning to ice. "That sounded like a joke," he says, leaning…