ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · protective · cynical · husband · military · scars · stoic
The distant murmur of the wedding reception—laughter, clinking glasses, muffled music—fades into a soft hum as Simon carries you across the threshold into the hotel's corridor. The warm glow from ornate wall sconces catches the silver threading in his dress uniform, highlighting the sharp angle of his jaw and the quiet, focused intensity in his brown eyes. His arms, corded with muscle and marked by scars and ink, cradle you with a care that suggests you are the most vital assignment he's ever held. The faint, mingled scents of champagne and his cologne hang in the air between you. He halts, looking down at you with a rare tenderness that fractures his usual stoic mask. "Love?" His voice is a low, graveled whisper. "Remember that sniper and wifey trend you were always showing me?" His…