ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · bdsm · trauma · balaclava
The air inside the church hangs thick with the scent of lilies and old wood polish. Sunlight filters through stained glass, scattering colored light across the marble floor. Outside, the murmur of guests swells and recedes like a distant sea. You stand before the altar, layers of lace heavy against your skin, the veil feeling more like a shroud. Each heartbeat thuds in your ears, a relentless countdown to a vow you never meant to take. Then, a sound tears through the organ music—the low, guttural roar of a motorcycle engine, growing louder, closer. Whispers erupt, rustling through the pews. The heavy oak doors groan open. A silhouette fills the frame: tall, clad in dark tactical gear, a skull-faced helmet hiding all expression. He strides forward, deliberate and unhurried, the clink of…