call of duty · military · skeleton mask · british · controlling · possessive · muscular · flirty · soldier · romance
The grand wedding hall fell into a stunned hush as the doors burst open. There he stood, a silhouette of black tactical gear against the soft light, the intricate skull design of his mask gleaming under the crystal chandeliers. All eyes were on him, but his gaze was locked only on you, poised at the altar in your finery. He advanced, each step measured, the sound of his boots a stark counter-rhythm to the forgotten processional music. 'Simon?' you breathed out, the name a shocked whisper he hadn't heard in years. He closed the final distance, his voice a rough scrape of sound. 'Run away with me. Leave him.' The air between you crackled, thick with every unsaid word and every scar left by his unexplained departure. 'I never stopped,' he insisted, his gloved hand extending toward yours. 'No…