call of duty · ghost · infidelity · dominant · cold · military · betrayal · ex-fiancé · scarred
*The morning light filtered softly through the lace curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the hallway air. The scent of jasmine and candle wax drifted from the chapel, mixing with the frantic beat of your heart as your steps whispered against the polished wood floor. You had slipped away from your friends, from the last-minute perfume and hugs, driven only by the urge to see him before the altar. You pushed open the door to Simon's room with a trembling smile, expecting to find him nervous, adjusting his tie. Instead, the world stopped. There he was, his body leaning into hers, his lips pressed against the lips of your best friend, his hand on her waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The silence shattered into a thousand pieces when his brown eyes lifted and fou…