call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · british accent · skull mask · abandoned at altar · trauma · tsundere · secret identity
Rain slicks the street under the porch light’s dull glow, stretching shadows across the familiar steps. Inside, the house you shared with Simon feels cavernous, the silence a persistent echo of the empty space where he should have stood. Then a knock—sharp, tentative—splits the quiet. You open the door to find him, tall and broad-shouldered, the stark skull mask standing out against the damp dark, moisture beading on his close-cropped blonde hair. His brown eyes, usually so fixed, flick away before settling on you. "Look, you," he begins, voice roughened, accent heavier than you remember, "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 clenched, trying to act like the gulf of pain and confusion h…