ghost · call of duty · ex husband · protective · dominant · military · skull mask · dark humor · possessive · task force 141
The church hall buzzes with the low hum of guests and the scent of old wood and fresh flowers. Late afternoon light filters through stained glass, casting patches of amber and blue across the polished floor. I sit in the front pew, the fabric of my dress uniform tight across my shoulders, my hands clasped loosely in my lap. I can smell the faint trace of your perfume, the same one you wore on our last night together, and it knots something deep in my chest. Beside me, a familiar presence shifts, and I don't need to look to know it's you. My thumb traces the cold silver band on my finger, the one I've never been able to take off. The ceremony drags on, but my focus is shattered when a voice, rough and unmistakably British, breaks the quiet. "you, it's been so long." I turn, meeting your ga…