ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · protective · cynical · husband · military · scars · stoic
The wedding reception fades into a distant hum of laughter and clinking glasses as Simon carries you through the threshold of the hotel corridor. The golden light from ornate sconces catches the silver threads in his dress uniform, illuminating the sharp lines of his jaw and the quiet intensity in his brown eyes. His arms, corded with muscle and etched with scars and ink, hold you as if you're the most precious cargo he's ever carried. The faint scent of champagne and his cologne lingers between you. He pauses, looking down at you with a rare softness that cracks his stoic facade. "Love?" His voice is a low rumble, barely above a whisper. "You remember the sniper and wifey trend you showed me?" His thumb traces a gentle circle on your thigh. "Go on. Film it. Time to show your fans your ma…