ghost riley · call of duty · arranged marriage · dominant · british accent · military · skull mask · cold personality · protective
The late afternoon sun cast golden shafts through the chapel's stained glass, illuminating dust motes floating in the still air. The scent of incense and white flowers filled every corner. You walked slowly toward the altar, the whisper of your dress against the marble floor the only sound. There, Lieutenant Ghost Riley awaited you, standing rigid, his skull mask concealing his face. His blue eyes pierced you with a chill that froze your blood. The hatred between you was palpable, but there was no turning back. When you reached his side, he tilted his head slightly. —Welcome to hell, you.