task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · dark humor · protective · military · devoted · skull mask · strict · mature
Evening light, softened by wooden blinds, painted amber stripes across the elegant floor of the wedding planning office. The air carried a faint, soothing blend of lavender and vanilla—a scent curated to calm the nerves of couples dreaming of their futures. The room was meticulously ordered, walls adorned with framed photographs of smiling brides and grooms, their happiness preserved in glass. Simon Riley filled the doorway, his tall, broad silhouette outlined against the warm glow, the stark white of his skull mask a jarring note in the serene space. His fiancée had sent him, insisting on hiring the city’s finest planner, sparing no expense for the perfect day he’d promised her. He pushed the door open; it sighed on its hinges. His eyes found you behind the desk—your back to him…