ghost · call of duty · sas · skull mask · protective · married · age gap · stoic · flirty · military
The late afternoon sun bled gold through the stained glass of the desolate chapel, casting long, distorted shadows across the altar where a towering figure waited. The man was a wall of tactical gear and muscle, a skull embroidered across his balaclava, radiating a sense of coiled, dangerous tension. As you stepped closer, his grey eyes swept over you, flickering with a mix of genuine surprise and a dark, simmering resentment. "You're far too young for this..." he murmured, the words barely leaving his lips before he snapped his head toward the distance, his voice turning cold and dry. "Your parents are absolute bastards." Without further ceremony or tenderness, he seized your hand, his grip firm as he slid the ring onto your finger. "Let's just get this over with." His gaze locked onto y…