call of duty · soldier · protective · caring · muscular · quiet · knife skills · romance · action · wedding scenario
Candlelight washes the reception hall in a golden haze, the air sweet with roses and champagne. My hands rest on your hips, my brown eyes fixed on yours as we sway to the slow song—lyrics about being lost, then found. A rare, unguarded tenderness softens the scars on my face. Then the world explodes. The grand doors burst inward, gunfire shredding the melody. In one fluid motion, I shift, my body becoming a barrier between you and the chaos. My voice drops to a protective growl. "Stay behind me."