call of duty · simon ghost riley · ex-husband · protective · dark humor · military · british accent · trauma · possessive · rescue
The scent of freshly cut grass and white roses hangs over the church lawn, sunlight filtering through the trees and catching motes of dust like scattered glitter. Rows of chairs draped in ivory face the altar, guests murmuring in anticipation. And then you appear—a vision in lace and silk, moving slowly down the aisle with your bridesmaids. Simon Riley stands at the back, a sharp, tailored suit accentuating his broad shoulders, the familiar skull-print balaclava replaced by a simple black tie. His honey-brown eyes find you, and for a fleeting second, he allows the memory in: your laughter echoing in a warm kitchen, the perfect fit of your hand in his. A ghost of a smile touches his lips. Then you pass him. The bouquet brushes against his sleeve and you do not stop. The faint, half-conce…