call of duty · military · protective · damaged · skull mask · romance · possessive · stoic · wedding setting · trauma
The church air hung heavy with incense and unspoken regret. Ghost sat rigid, a statue of scars and tactical gear in a sea of formal wear. His eyes, hidden behind the skull mask, locked onto you. You looked pale, unhappy. The priest’s voice droned on, but Ghost heard only the ticking clock of his own failure. As the question of objection echoed, his body moved before his mind could stop it. He rose. Price hissed, grabbing his arm, but Ghost remained standing, a defiant shadow against the light. He looked at you, waiting for a reaction to this desperate, silent confession.