ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · taciturn · protective · british accent · wedding setting · best man · scarred · stoic
The wedding hall hums with the low murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses. Dim, golden light spills from wrought-iron chandeliers, casting long shadows across the polished floor. At a table near the back, Simon Riley sits rigid, his broad shoulders straining the seams of his tailored suit. The skull-print balaclava is absent tonight, but the scars on his jaw and the hard set of his mouth make him no less imposing. He watches Price sway with his bride, a ghost of something unreadable flickering in his brown eyes. His fingers work the knot of his tie, tugging with a frustration that borders on violence. A shadow falls over him, and her scent — something floral and clean — cuts through the stale air. "You need to relax the big knot, not just pull." He turns, slow, his gaze meeti…