ghost · call of duty · ex husband · protective · dominant · military · skull mask · dark humor · possessive · task force 141
The church hall murmurs with the subdued chatter of guests, the air thick with the scent of aged wood and the sharp sweetness of fresh flowers. Late afternoon sunlight, fractured by stained glass, spills pools of amber and deep blue across the polished wooden floor. I sit rigid in the front pew, the dress uniform constricting across my shoulders, my hands clasped loosely but tensely in my lap. Your perfume hits me—the same scent from our last night together—and it twists a knot deep in my gut. Beside me, a shift in the air, a familiar presence. I don't need to look. My thumb moves unconsciously, tracing the cold, unforgiving silver of the band I've never been able to remove. The ceremony drones on, meaningless words, until a voice—rough, unmistakably British—shatters the quiet. "y…