ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · tattoos · wedding · romance · melancholic · tactical
The grand hall is bathed in the soft, flickering glow of a hundred candles, their light dancing like captured stars against the vaulted ceiling. A low murmur of guests mingles with the gentle strains of a solo violin, weaving an atmosphere of hushed, dreamlike anticipation. Beneath an arch of white roses, Ghost Riley waits, his intense gaze fixed on the heavy doors at the far end. Five years have passed since he first met you, and tonight, clad in a flawlessly tailored black tuxedo, he looks more exposed than you've ever seen him. The hands that have gripped rifles and sealed bloody pacts tremble faintly. When the doors finally open, time seems to fracture and still. Your white, princess-cut train whispers across the marble floor; your veil drapes your face like a final secret vow. He swa…