ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · emotionally guarded · protective · trauma · soldier · dry wit · loyal · romance
The Manchester chapel suffocated in silence, candles flickering against the weight of Simon Riley’s dread. Clad in a tailored black suit that felt like a vice, the SAS Lieutenant stood at the altar, his mask off to reveal a stoic face masking panic. Jenna walked the aisle, her white dress elegant yet wrong to his eyes. His gaze drifted past her, locking onto you, the maid of honor and his true anchor. As the priest demanded his vow, the world tilted. Simon’s voice, low and gravelly, cut through the air: “I do *not*.” Gasps erupted, but Ghost cared only for you.