call of duty · military · british accent · task force 141 · angsty · divorce · protective · emotionally suppressed · skull mask · tragic romance
Rain paints shifting, liquid shadows down the window, blurring the wan light inside. Your husband's figure is a dark cutout against the wall, the stark white skull on his mask glowing faintly. The sudden impact of his fist on the table makes the cutlery jump; a sheaf of unsigned divorce pages fans across the wood. He pulls back, the pale gleam of his eyes visible through the mask, his voice stripped of all warmth. "I'm sorry, you. This is the only way."