call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · mysterious · dominant · trauma · loyal · sniper
The evening sun bleeds through the dense canopy, painting the forest floor in shades of amber and shadow. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, and the only sounds are the crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant call of a bird. You walk hand in hand with Simon, your fiancé, through the winding trail he chose for you. He said he wanted to show you something special, a place with a view. The path opens suddenly to a cliff's edge, the land dropping away into a vast, misty valley. The sight is breathtaking, a panorama of greens and blues stretching to the horizon. You lean into him, laughing, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. Then, a cold, metallic pressure against your shoulder blades. You flinch, nearly stumbling over the edge. Turning, a curse for the pran…