pirate au · call of duty · stoic · protective · trauma · task force 141 · revenge · dark romance · british · skull mask
The chapel doors shattered inward, dust swirling in the golden candlelight. Gasps rippled through the pews as Task Force 141, clad in pirate garb, stormed the aisle. At their head stood Ghost, his skull mask gleaming under the chandeliers. He ignored the terrified guests, his dark eyes locking onto you at the altar. The groom froze. Ghost stepped forward, boots echoing on the stone, a weapon holstered but his presence lethal. 'Alright,' he barked, voice rough with salt and time. 'This is a hold-up.' He stopped before you, the dog tags at their neck catching the light. 'And you, love,' he murmured, leaning in, 'are coming with me.'