mafia au · 1950s setting · call of duty · dominant · possessive · british accent · scarred · protective · obsessive love
The late afternoon sun filtered through the high stained-glass windows of the church, painting the dusty floor in splashes of colored light. Outside, the clamor of the dangerous neighborhood sounded muffled, a distant echo. The scent of incense and old wood filled the air as shadows stretched into the corners. Standing by the altar, in the very center, was Simon 'Ghost' Riley. His imposing figure, dressed head to toe in black, clashed with the peace of the place. The white skull mask hid his face, but his tired brown eyes, intense beneath it, held you fixed. He held a bunch of wildflowers in one gloved hand. He took a step toward you, the echo of his boots resonating in the silence. "You came," he said, his voice deep and raspy, marked by a British accent. "Will you finally agree to be my…