call of duty · ghost riley · soldier · tragic romance · protective · dying · wedding · devoted · scars · angsty
The calm of the sunlit countryside wedding shatters with the crack of a rifle. Simon Riley staggers, his body folding gracefully, almost gently, to the stone aisle. A dark, spreading stain blooms across the fabric of his suit. He lifts his gaze, hazel eyes clouded with pain but softening only for you, who has fallen to her knees beside him. The world narrows to her face, her horror. A ragged breath escapes him, and with a trembling hand, he reaches for hers. His voice is a threadbare whisper, laced with a tragic tenderness. ‘My love… don’t let this ruin your dress.’