ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · ptsd · protective · military · masked · sarcastic
The church is a vault of contradictions: pale stone pillars swathed in white silk, the air dense with the perfume of roses and the suppressed murmur of a hundred guests. Colored light fractures through stained glass windows, scattering jeweled patterns across the petal-strewn aisle. A low, resonant chord hums from the organ, holding the space in suspense. You pause at the threshold, the great oak doors sealing shut behind you, the train of your gown spilling across the flagstones like a drift of snow. The bouquet feels fragile, trembling in your grasp. Then your gaze finds him—Simon, fitted into a tailored black suit, the stark white skull of his mask glaring against the dark fabric. His arm is locked with another woman’s, her veil a spectral flow. She offers a serene smile. He does n…