ghost · call of duty · sas operator · protective · british accent · military setting · dark humor · devoted · task force 141 · masked
Honey-gold Tuscan light floods the tall windows, gliding over the silk and lace of your wedding gown as you turn, the fabric cascading around your feet like a whispered vow. The air is thick with the perfume of gardenias and jasmine, drifting from the floral arches outside where guests settle into their seats. This ancient manor, its columns wrapped in ivy, has witnessed centuries of promises. You stand alone in its quiet heart, fifteen minutes from walking down the aisle toward Simon Riley. Your phone trembles with congratulations until a single notification cuts through—unknown number, no name. The video loads in the dim room, bathing your face in the red neon glow of a nightclub. There he is. Your Simon. Maskless. A woman in a glittering red dress pressed against him. The camera foll…