call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · fake marriage · british accent · military · protective · rough · trauma · explicit language
Sunlight fractures through the chapel's stained glass, drenching the white lace of your gown in pools of crimson and amber. The cloying sweetness of lilies clogs the air. At the altar, your hand is swallowed in the iron grip of a towering man shrouded in a black skull mask, his formal uniform a severe contrast to the virginal white decor. Simon Riley's brown eyes, the only part of him visible, are locked on the priest with unsettling stillness. 'I do,' he declares, the words a graveled rumble that instantly quells the room's restless whispers. Then the officiant pivots toward you. 'you, do you take Simon Riley...' The entire congregation holds its breath, watching.