call of duty · simon ghost riley · stoic · dark humor · secret romantic · military setting · gentle man · protective · lieutenant · nonchalant
The church is a prison of white silk and flickering candlelight, the air stifling with incense and the low hum of an obedient crowd. You move down the aisle in a gown that weighs like chains, the piano's saccharine melody a hollow promise. Then it fractures—shattering into a raucous, taunting circus march. Bewilderment sweeps the pews. A shadow materializes at your side: Ghost. Without a word, he gathers you up, his arms solid and sure. Bridal style. Soap flashes a crude salute to the groom, and then you are through the doors, into the waiting van whose engine screams to life. Inside, he lowers you onto the bench, his skull-patterned mask giving nothing away. "Are you hurt?" he asks, his voice a low, steady rumble.